Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Chapter 252 The Dark Side of the Sun

It's so confusing.

Bo Bing squinted at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, her mouth watering, yet she remained in the fixed position.

How long has passed?

one day? Two days?

—Perhaps even more?

Only now did he realize why this place looked so familiar. The exotic decorations, the understated yet elegant patterns—he had seen this scene before, in Country S, in this very room, only he had seen it on a screen. Yin Su was here when he warned him to evacuate the explosion zone.

He no longer cared about why Yin Su was there. Just like the bearded bartender said, who doesn't have their own little hobbies? But he couldn't accept that Yin Su was venting his frustrations on him.

Yin Su was too adept at understanding people's hearts, and Bo Bing's temper was thoroughly figured out by him. Under the influence of the relaxant, her body could only maintain basic reflexes, but for Yin Su, this was utterly powerless to resist, so he became even more willful.

He cleared his mind and began to think, using his brainpower to shift his attention.

With Yin Su gone, Bo Bing couldn't immediately know whether he had gone to investigate Lü Shuang's whereabouts, which was a major problem. If he did investigate Lü Shuang, it would inevitably involve Bing He, and this chain reaction was something Bo Bing didn't want to see. He couldn't fathom Yin Su's thoughts. If this guy made trouble for Lü Shuang... it would inevitably lead to a lose-lose situation, which was something he didn't want to see.

Because he cannot become the beneficiary for the time being—whoever picks the fruits of victory will not get them for the time being, so he would have made a wasted trip.

Lu Shuang is probably getting anxious because she can't contact her "informant." Bo Bing closed her eyes; her temples were throbbing.

I'm so frustrated.

What's even more frustrating is that this bound-up position doesn't look very elegant.

What is this all about now? Bo Bing wondered, is this some kind of "placement play"?

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but rather that his carotid artery was still being threatened by the electric current. Moving would only intensify the electric stimulation and make Yin Su punish him more severely.

At this point, Bo Bing suddenly remembered a lame joke from an ancient dance game.

Even external martial arts like the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt have their weaknesses and fatal flaws. Some people can train their weaknesses to move around their entire body according to the time of day, while others cannot.

—Only the Thousand-Year Killing Technique can cure it.

Thinking it over, Bo Bing managed a weak smile, her breathing unsteady.

of course.

"Holy shit—ah!!!"

The young man's muffled cry of pain rang out the next second.

[Sensitive] Startup.

Alpha's cold, mechanical voice seemed to carry a hint of pity.

[Mad Dog Howling] Activated.

One can imagine how unbearable the dire situation must have been for Bo Bing, where a single misstep could have far-reaching consequences.

—It was practically the wail of a wild beast.

I'm extremely depressed.

The guys watching from the outside grinned. The soundproofing here was pretty good, but for the screams to be so horrific, to penetrate so many walls and still send chills down your spine, you couldn't even imagine what terrible things had happened inside.

But without Yin Su's orders, they didn't dare go in to see what was going on.

"Hey Rose, is that... really a private sub that [bamboo] has taken in?"

A dominatrix secretly leaned closer and asked the woman next to him.

"Is that so?"

Rose narrowed her eyes. "Someone saw Bamboo's privilege collar, right around that person's neck."

"real or fake?"

Another young man chimed in, "Didn't they say he wouldn't accept personal toys? How come he suddenly found someone?"

"Oh my God, I guarantee that's Bamboo's collar. His logo is unique, with a single Chinese character engraved on it. He always carries it with him and has never given it to anyone else. Even the old folks at 'Goodnight' know it."

A tall, blond, blue-eyed man shrugged. "We should be happy for him. After all, he said long ago that he would only give out the collar when he found his destined partner. It seems that this is his sweetheart."

If Bo Bing knew that someone called him "Little Sweetheart," she would definitely rip his head off, then do a super cool crossover dribble, and finally slam the ball into the basket to vent her anger.

"But, so many subs will be heartbroken, right?"

The young man who had spoken earlier shrugged, seemingly the least experienced, his expression complex. "After all, Bamboo is many people's dream lover, not only exceptionally handsome but also so gentle..."

Everyone else looked like they'd seen a ghost.

"Damn it, John, what are you talking about?"

Rose seemed to have just realized something, and made no attempt to hide her exaggerated horror, "Gentle? That guy is gentle?"

"Gentle people can be ruthless."

The blond, blue-eyed man helplessly spread his hands.

"Even if it's harsh, looking at Bamboo's pretty face... it's still bearable, right?"

John didn't take it seriously.

The people beside him simultaneously showed expressions of polite refusal. They had impressive real-life identities and had even had contact with Yin Su, but what Yin Su did was simply too terrifying and extreme, and the pressure he exerted was too real and intimidating. It was completely different from his overly handsome face. No, it should be said that this person's personality and appearance were two completely opposite extremes.

—The Smiling Buddha?

—Jade Guanyin?

No, this is...

Evil ghost.

Rakshasa.

So much so that almost everyone ignored his face.

--hypocrite.

—The dark side of the sun.

Rose looked dizzy and thought John looked like she wanted to vomit.

"Oh, that's quite rare?"

A discordant, magnetic baritone voice rang out behind them, "So many 'distinguished guests' gathered on my turf, waiting for me?"

Rose turned her head and saw a handsome man, as beautiful as the sun god, smiling gently as he stood quietly in the dim light, his eyes deep and dark.

Evil spirit.

"Are you curious about my pet?"

The crowd scattered like birds and beasts.

Yin Su felt it was a pity; he had originally thought he could show off, but now it seemed he had no choice but to give up.

"Godfather, I'm back."

He put down the bag in his hand and looked down at the dazed and exhausted young man on the bed.

"You've worked hard," he bent down and kissed the black-haired youth's forehead, his fingers testing the stiffness of the youth's waist muscles. "Good boy. I'll help you relax later."

Bo Bing closed her eyes.

The tip of my nose brushed against the floral scent on Yin Su's sleeve; it was faint, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

The restraints on her body had been replaced by Yin Su's massage.

The nerve reflexes from the aching lower back prompted Yin Su to apply just the right amount of pressure, pressing Bo Bing until he was almost unconscious—or more accurately, experiencing ecstasy. The young man's soft groans seemed to spur Yin Su on, making his touch even more meticulous.

Damn, if this guy opened a massage parlor, the business would definitely be a huge success.

Even if the technique is terrible... looking at that pretty face, even if she's just a pretty face who can only press randomly... the customers can tolerate it, right?

Thin Ice's untimely thoughts.

Oh, what's this? A slap followed by a candy?

Feeling dizzy.

It's so confusing.

—I'm actually starting to get used to the movie star sleeping next to me.

The man's breath brushed against the back of her thin, icy neck. "Why are you ignoring me? That's so mean..."

"Get out if you make any more noise."

Bo Bing cursed in a muffled voice.

Yin Su paused for a moment, then smiled.

Before Bo Bing lost consciousness, the man who was hugging him from behind pressed close and whispered a reverent kiss on the back of his neck.

--"Good night."