Chapter 25: AV Star Factory (9)
The afterglow of their shared climax lingered for a long time.
Song Weiyang braced himself over Ji Ning, kissing her shoulders and the side of her face. Smelling the thin sheen of sweat born from their strenuous activity, his lower abdomen stirred again. His hardening cock pressed against Ji Ning's leg.
Ji Ning lowered her eyes to glance at his unruly "little brother," inwardly marveling. Turns out the only thing harder than diamond really is the cock of an 18 or 19-year-old boy. It gets hard at the drop of a hat, as if the body contains a boundless reserve of energy.
But they were still in the recording studio used for the assessment. Now that they were done, it was time to leave.
Song Weiyang, still not fully satisfied, tucked his big rod back into his underwear. He used his T-shirt to wipe clean Ji Ning's juice-drenched bottom before helping her put her panties back on.
His white T-shirt was stained with Ji Ning's fluids, but he didn't care in the slightest and pulled the shirt back over his head.
Once the two were tidied up, they left the recording studio and returned to the spot by the projector to await the results.
Two other pairs were already waiting there.
About to face the outcome that would decide their life or death, the expressions on everyone's faces were rather grim.
Ji Ning looked at Song Weiyang. Seeing him smiling back at her, she felt her own confidence surge, and she became much calmer.
A few minutes later, all five pairs had finished their recordings. The interface on the projector shifted, and the captured audio from the five rooms began to play in turn.
The lewd shouts and cries of men and women echoed within the empty room. Some voices were overly affected, while others were muffled and grating…
"Your cock is so big, big brother~ I want you to thrust it into my little pussy~"
"Watch me fuck your cunt ragged."
"Ah~~~ It feels so good~~ Filled up by brother's cock~~"
"Slut!"
While speaking such nonsense during the act hadn't seemed a big deal, now that it was played on a public broadcast for all to hear, the faces of No. 1 and No. 2, who had recorded this segment, were full of embarrassment.
No. 1, the female player, was even subtly shaking her head, as if she couldn't believe that the artificial-sounding voice was truly her own.
Ji Ning's heart clenched. Standing on tiptoes, she leaned close to Song Weiyang's ear and whispered, "There's really a difference between hearing your own voice and hearing it recorded."
Song Weiyang looked down at her, understanding what Ji Ning was implying. "Don't worry, it sounds the same to everyone else. I think your moans are beautiful, big sister."
The next segment began. From the sound, it was immediately obvious it belonged to No. 3 and No. 8; they seemed to have performed with extraordinary passion.
No. 3, the female player, adopted a bold, Euro-American style of moaning, her panting and exclamations hurried and loud. Paired with No. 8's deep growls, it couldn't help but conjure images of the intense scenes from Western adult films.
Quite a few of the men present were physically reacting to the sound, pitching small tents in their pants. The female players, in contrast, felt great pressure.
Sweeping her gaze over the crowd's reactions, No. 3's eyes held a hidden smugness.
But before her joy could last, a soft, sweet, and sticky nasal moan rang out, and everyone, women included, felt their bodies tingle simultaneously.
Following that, there were gentle, drawn-out hums and rapid, urgent cries, occasionally interspersed with a man's low, rich sighs.
From the rhythm of her delicate moans and incoherent words, one could discern whether this particular session had been an exploratory, tentative foreplay or a furious storm of thrusting.
The wet slapping sounds were made even more erotic by the abundance of juices.
It made people's cheeks flush, their hearts race, and their imaginations run wild.
Hearing it again, Song Weiyang still grew rock-hard.
He stepped behind Ji Ning, wrapped his arms around her waist to secretly grind, and said into her ear, "See? I didn't lie to you. It sounds sexy as hell."
Ji Ning was utterly mortified. Since going Out of Character was forbidden, she barely held her composure and refused to show weakness. Yet, she could feel Song Weiyang's erection pressed against her bottom, its heat palpable even through his pants, which inevitably made her blush.
After the audio from Ji Ning and Song Weiyang was played, every player present was very clear on who had won first place in the second round of the assessment.
Once all five audio clips had been broadcast, the scores from the hundred-person jury were revealed. Ji Ning and Song Weiyang took a commanding first place with a high score of 96. No. 3 and No. 8 received a score of 92, placing second once again.
The last place finishers were No. 10 and No. 12. Faring even worse than No. 1 and No. 2, they managed a mere 25 points and were consequently eliminated.
After two rounds of assessments, only four of the original six pairs remained.
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