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 Song Yu's fingers froze in the air, turning pink little by little.

Short skirt and stockings again... Bo Chi must think he's a pervert.

Song Yu secretly comforted himself, anyway, it's not like he's never been one before.

He slowly took the clothes, intending to hide in the room for a while before coming out, pretending he'd tried them on. But after only two minutes of hiding inside, the other person came and knocked on the door: "Are you done changing?"

Song Yu: "..."

He immediately got up and took off his shirt: "Changing!" He then

asked: "Aren't you hungry?"

"A little." Bo Chi rolled his Adam's apple, "Stockings are hard to put on, if you don't know how, I can help you."

Song Yu hadn't actually worn them himself before, but they shouldn't be that hard to put on.

"I'll put them on myself."

After he finished speaking, he quickly put on his shirt and skirt.

The size was just right, but the skirt was a little short.

Song Yu had never worn a skirt since he could remember, and he was still a little ashamed to wear such a short skirt for the first time, always feeling that his clothes would be exposed if he took a few steps.

There was still a pair of stockings left. "

Maybe I shouldn't wear it...

" Song Yu was struggling with his decision when he heard the door being turned. He was startled, his cheeks burning involuntarily. He looked awkwardly at Bo Chi standing in the doorway: "W-what's wrong?"

Bo Chi's gaze lingered on Song Yu's slender, shapely legs for a few seconds before settling on his handsome face: "Your phone rang."

"Huh?"

But he seemed not to hear anything.

"It's with me." Bo Chi walked in. "You didn't bring it inside."

Song Yu saw that he was indeed holding his phone, said "thank you," and reached out to take it, but the other man grabbed his wrist.

Bo Chi's aura was a bit low, and his tall stature and furrowed brows made him look somewhat intimidating.

"It was Bo Rancen calling."

Song Yu paused, then stammered, "It's probably... about my parents' business..."

He lied to him again.

This little liar had told him countless lies for other men.

Bo Chi wasn't someone who could keep his temper in check; he would say everything he felt jealous of, no matter how much he was holding back.

Just like now, he exposed Song Yu's lie without hesitation: "He bought this dress for you, didn't he?"

Song Yu felt a chill run down his spine, his heart sinking: "No, no—"

Bo Chi interrupted: "When I came over that day, wasn't he hiding in the closet?"

Song Yu's expression froze, even his lips turned pale.

"That old man probably's been interested in you for a long time. The first time you stood by his bed in your sailor uniform, his eyes were glued to you." Bo Chi scoffed, his expression disdainful, and walked over to pick up the two stockings on the bed. "And now he's buying you this kind of thing."

Song Yu felt the other's gaze fall on his skirt, and shamefully pressed down on the hem of his skirt, trying to pull it down. He covered the right side with the front, but it bounced up again, and in the end, everything was exposed.

He simply gave up, letting go, his soft white palms open, his face drooping, his expression a little aggrieved: "Give me your phone."

Bo Chi: "You want to call Bo Rancen back?"

Song Yu didn't speak.

“You said that during the time you were home, someone saw you with Bo Rancen,” Bo Chi’s voice sounded cold. “They also said that he took you to a hotel and you came back in his car.”

Song Yu explained softly, “It’s not what you think.”

“But why did you lie to me?”

Song Yu pursed his lips, instinctively feeling that Bo Chi was dangerous at this moment, and wanted to run away, but was directly picked up.

This time he was picked up very high, and Song Yu was so scared that his knees bent, and he would occasionally rub against the other’s chest, making Bo Chi’s whole body stiffen, his heart feeling like it was being scratched by a cat’s claws.

What should he do?

Bo Chi felt that he had to do something to stop these strange emotions of his, to stop Song Yu from contacting other men.

His vision swayed, and Song Yu was finally carried to the table.

Two seconds after sitting down, he realized that he was wearing a dress and immediately reached out to hold the hem of the dress, but then he felt the other’s legs squeeze in.

The slightly stiff denim material rubbed against his soft skin, making it red.

Song Yu groaned uncomfortably.

The next moment, he felt himself being held tightly.

"He bought you all this so you could wear it and take pictures for him? Song Yu, don't be fooled by these bad men."

Someone like Bo Rancen, a cunning and ruthless scoundrel, only knows how to deceive pretty young men.

Song Yu's family business relies entirely on people in the industry. This time, Bo Rancen has offered her an olive branch; without even saying anything, Song Yu will probably obey for her family's sake.

Song Yu is so easily fooled; let alone wearing these, she'd probably offer herself up even if it were something else. By then, her mouth and tongue will be sore from being flattered, and it will be too late to refuse.

She'll give everything to bad men.

Bo Chi rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, his voice muffled, "You look so pretty in this."

"You're so pretty, Song Yu,"

he repeated.

Song Yu was already embarrassed being hugged like this in her dress, let alone being complimented on how pretty she looked.

He whispered, "...Don't say anything."

After a while, Bo Chi finally let go. Song Yu wanted to get down, but was afraid his skirt would fly up. "Quickly, help me down."

Bo Chi agreed, but didn't move. Instead, he took off Song Yu's socks.

Song Yu's scalp tingled. He stared at the stockings in the man's hand, his heart tightening.

Could it be...?

Sure enough.

After taking off his socks, Bo Chi held his ankle and slowly pulled the white stockings up his instep.

Song Yu was so frightened that he immediately struggled. The bow on his chest and the soft flesh on his thighs swayed back and forth,

making Bo Chi's eyes almost dizzy.

He used a little force to completely restrain the boy. "If you move again, I'll kiss you."

"I'll kiss you until you have no strength left, and then you'll only be able to be held in my arms."

"I can do whatever I want."

Song Yu was timid and immediately backed down.

Guai Guai didn't move again, just sniffed and whispered, "I don't want to take pictures."

"No." Bo Chi stopped moving, staring at Song Yu's reddened eyes, then felt he had been too fierce and a jerk just now.

"I'll take you to that banquet you told me about yesterday, and I can get invitations from your parents too." Bo Chi began to lay bare his value to Song Yu, "Just wear it once, let me see, okay?"

Song Yu was taken aback. Yesterday, his mother had called, asking how his relationship with Bo Chi was going, and whether he could bring them to the Qin family's young master's birthday banquet on Sunday.

This banquet was attended by influential figures; a nouveau riche like the Song family wouldn't even qualify for an invitation. But once there, it would become a social arena, offering a significant opportunity for business collaborations.

That's why his mother was so concerned, even scolding Song Yu and insisting he get an invitation.

If Song Yu had previously treated his mother as an unfamiliar elder, now he completely ignored her. But according to his established persona, he couldn't disobey.

So this morning, he messaged Bo Chi, who responded quickly.

It seemed Bo Chi didn't need him to flatter him; he readily agreed to his request.

Wearing stockings wasn't that difficult, was it?

So Song Yu nodded.

Bo Chi's eyes darkened slightly. After obtaining consent, he continued bending over, slowly pushing the stockings up.

Song Yu's legs were slender, but not skinny; the skin was delicate and supple, revealing a healthy pink hue.

Her stockings went all the way up to her knees, and when she loosened them, the soft flesh around the elastic band bulged out, peeking out.

Oh my god.

Bo Chi stared, his heart pounding.

He suddenly remembered the time Song Yu sat next to him in her sailor uniform, and the indescribable complex emotions he felt.

He had desire for Song Yu.

But compared to that time, this feeling seemed even more complicated—it seemed that even without all that, if Song Yu were just standing there in ordinary clothes, he couldn't help but look at her.

What was it?

Every time he deliberately lost money to Song Yu, ran errands in the sweltering heat, went to great lengths to find out Song Yu's preferences, and couldn't help but get angry and irritated when he heard that Song Yu was with other men… Bo Chi finally admitted it—

he liked Song Yu.

He wanted to give her everything he thought was good.

He would get jealous, he would feel envious, he would go crazy.

He would want to possess her.

"Is it...is it done?" The stockings were tight, making Song Yu feel uncomfortable and awkward. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt something soft and wet touch his ankle.

Looking down, he saw Bo Chi licking his ankle down his calf through the white stockings.

"Bo Chi..."

Song Yu was so surprised that he forgot to struggle, staring blankly at the man doing this strange thing.

Saliva quickly soaked through the stockings, wetting his legs as well.

Perhaps to prevent him from struggling, Bo Chi even held his feet down with his hands. The bulging veins on the back of his hands created a strong visual contrast with the white stockings.

"Don't...don't lick anymore..." Song Yu's voice was filled with shame, even though he was the one being licked, he still found it strange.

Why would Bo Chi do such a thing? Only the neighbor's big dog used to lick him like that.

Fortunately, after a while, Bo Chi released him.

The man straightened up, saliva still lingering on his lips, his eyes staring straight at him, dark and deep.

Song Yu was both embarrassed and angry, his calves still damp and sticky, making him particularly uncomfortable. He felt a little wronged, but he had also benefited from it, so he could only say, "You promised to take me to the banquet, no backing out."

"Hmm." Bo Chi's voice was a little hoarse, "Do you have enough money?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Song Yu asked in confusion, "Ah."

"Does your family not give you much money each month? I'll give you some, and if it's not enough, just ask me." "

Don't contact Bo Rancen anymore, he's a bad person, you'll definitely get bullied."

Why did he suddenly become so nice?

Did he also feel that he had gone too far?

But Bo Rancen was indeed bad.

He actually bought him this kind of thing.

Song Yu's mind was a bit muddled. After a soft reply, he urged the other person, "Let me down quickly."

He then kicked the other person again, saying fiercely, "You're filthy, covered in your saliva, I don't want to wear them anymore!"

The OOC warning sounded, and Song Yu sighed helplessly. He stretched out his foot and rubbed his toes against the spot where he had just been kicked, his voice softening, "I'm out of strength."

Just now, what he thought was a fierce and a soft voice sounded the same to Bo Chi.

Delicate, lazy, and weak.

When he needed something from you, he would desperately act cute, but once he found the next one, he would lie while thinking about how to get rid of you.

Even so, Bo Chi was still completely smitten.

This wasn't Song Yu's fault. It

was because he was useless. As long as he was the most powerful man, Song Yu definitely wouldn't go looking for anyone else.

Bo Chi collected his thoughts and deftly took off the stockings from Song Yu's legs. Sure enough, there were already red marks around his thighs.

He subtly touched Song Yu with his fingertip, then helped him put his socks and slippers back on before lifting him off the table.

He then casually slipped the stockings into his coat pocket.

"..."

Song Yu saw it too, his expression slightly embarrassed.

He certainly wasn't narcissistic enough to think Bo Chi would keep his worn stockings, but putting them in his pocket... His soft lips parted and closed, but he couldn't help himself and whispered, "Socks..." Bo Chi

: "What?"

Seeing his serious expression, Song Yu didn't dare say anything more, pursing his lips and shaking his head.

Fortunately, Bo Chi didn't do anything more. Song Yu quickly changed back into his clothes, and the two went to the dining table to eat. Bo Chi put the food on plates, reheated it, and then served it to Song Yu.

During the meal, Bo Rancen called several times, which Song Yu rejected under Bo Chi's gaze.

After they finished eating, Bo Chi cleaned up the dining room and kitchen before leaving.

Song Yu returned to the bedroom, looking at the sailor uniform with some worry.

009: [You can keep it and practice beforehand.]

Song Yu: "?"

009: [In the next world, you might have to wear a lot of women's clothing.]

[Not just this type.]

[Some might be more complicated.]

[Or I can send you the types, and you can buy them and try them out first.]

Song Yu: "!"

He widened his eyes, feeling like he had heard something he shouldn't have.

[Can't I choose my own world?]

009: [Your current level isn't high enough, but after the next world is completed, you can choose your own world.]

Song Yu didn't want to know anything about the next world at this moment. He pretended not to hear, his face down, and unhappily hung the sailor uniform in the closet.

*

In the following days, Song Yu's WeChat was filled with messages from the uncle and nephew, and he didn't want to reply to any of them. He

simply stopped looking at his phone.

However, he did nothing, yet the progress bar suddenly jumped to 75%.

009: [Host, the protagonist's song has been picked up by Lu Peixi, and a single was recently released. It's already trending, and the protagonist has become popular too.]

Gu Zeshu is much less troublesome.

Although he's a bit of a weirdo, he'll handle the plot on his own, without needing his help.

Song Yu sighed to 009: [If only all protagonists were as career-minded as him.]

Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang.

He opened it.

[Your bank card has received a transfer of 7,000,000 yuan.]

Song Yu: "?"

009: [Host, this is the copyright fee Gu Zeshu just earned. He doesn't seem to be career-minded, but rather love-struck.]

"..."

He had just finished praising him.

He couldn't take the praise at all.

Song Yu couldn't understand why the protagonist, whom he had both kept and casually abandoned, was constantly being transferred money to him?

Or was this Gu Zeshu's way of humiliating him?

Humiliating him with money.

After all, his previous arrangement of keeping a mistress involved humiliating her with money.

Song Yu was in a bind. At this point, the main characters, the top and the bottom, were already mutually attracted, just short of confessing their feelings. Bo Chi had also begun his quest to win back his love.

But looking at it this way, neither the first nor the second top seemed to have developed a romantic relationship with the bottom.

Instead, they were both sending him messages.

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Song Yu comforted himself, thinking that since the progress bar had increased, there was no need to worry about these inconsistencies with the original plot.

During his few days of rest at home, Song Yu kept receiving calls from the Song family.

The calls revolved around the auction, never inquiring about his recent situation. Song Yu got annoyed by the questions, and his good mood was ruined after the call.

Seeing his displeasure, 009 reminded him: "[Host, our mission is to ensure that you and the Song family receive admission tickets. You can get them but not give them to them, and that will still count as completing the mission.]"

It seemed like that was possible.

Song Yu finally felt a little relieved.

Although 009 had also turned bad, he still praised the little system and planned to buy some spray paint for it in the store to paint its little thumbtacks and screws in different colors.

However, he didn't know what color 009 liked, so he asked it.

009 thought for a moment: "[I want a bottle of blue and a bottle of green.]"

Song Yu generously bought them for it, letting it take them back to its space to spray paint them itself.

009 kept a bottle of blue for itself and secretly sprayed a few words on the apartment wall with green spray paint that night.

When the fragments woke up in the morning and passed by the wall, they were all stunned: "???"

Who was this huge "Green Hat King" talking about?

Each fragment felt that it wasn't talking about them and began to laugh at the other fragments.

*

On Sunday morning, before attending the banquet, Song Yu's father called again.

Holding the constantly vibrating phone, Song Yu was struggling with how to reject the call without going against his character when Bo Chi leaned over: "Is it from home?"

Song Yu hummed in agreement.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bo Chi asked, "What did they want from you?"

"It's... about the banquet invitations."

"What happened?"

"I forgot to give them to them."

He deliberately forgot.

The boy didn't lie; his fingers unconsciously curled up, tangling around his clothes.

Bo Chi didn't call him out on it; he was somewhat surprised.

It turned out Song Yu wasn't stupid; he was just a little slow on the uptake.

He could tell who was kind to him and who was simply using him.

At the same time, Bo Chi felt a pang of sympathy for Song Yu. He snatched the phone from Song Yu's hand and raised an eyebrow: "I'll answer it for you."

Song Yu perked up his ears to listen.

"Hello, this is Bo Chi." As soon as the man spoke, Song Yu's parents on the other end immediately adopted a fawning attitude.

"Invitation? I remember sending it to you." Bo Chi's tone was somewhat cold. "You lost it?"

"How could that be?!" Song's father immediately scolded Song's mother on the other end of the phone. "Nothing of the sort, we're going right away!"

"That's good."

Bo Chi hung up the phone and handed it to Song Yu. "Next time they pressure you to do something, just tell me." The phone,

still warm from the man's touch, made Song Yu whisper, "Thank you."

So, while the two members of the Song family turned the house upside down, Song Yu had already been taken by Bo Chi to a private bespoke suit shop.

The suits at this shop were all handmade in Italy, and appointments were generally impossible to book. Bo Chi ordered two similar suits from them, one large and one small, in his size and Song Yu's size, respectively.

The jacket on Song Yu's suit was patterned, which would look flashy and old-fashioned on most people, but the boy had fair skin, a slim waist, and a slender, tall figure. Wearing this suit, he looked like a little prince. A

carefree little prince who had been pampered and protected by everyone.

Bo Chi walked up to Song Yu, suddenly having the illusion that he was marrying her.

He wished Song Yu could be his wife.

"Are you hot?" Song Yu asked worriedly, noticing Bo Chi's red ears. "Is your clothing too thick?"

Bo Chi coughed. "Maybe."

He dismissed his strange thoughts and helped Song Yu put on a pair of cufflinks he had bought earlier.

The two then set off from the store to the banquet.

On the way, Song Yu heard the "Side Quest Completed" notification, and then 009 issued a new quest.

[In the original story, you pestered Bo Chi several times before he brought you into the banquet. So you became smug and boasted everywhere about your relationship with Bo Chi.]

[One of the rich second-generation heirs disliked you and showed you photos of you and Gu Zeshu entering the same hotel. Bo Chi overheard your conversation and discovered that you had previously kept Gu Zeshu as a mistress.]

[Soon, Bo Rancen also found out, and the two tacitly made it impossible for the Song family to stay here. And you will soon be homeless. ] "

...So soon you'll be homeless. "

Song Yu nodded, indicating she understood.

"Host, this should be your last crucial mission, but the progress bar is only at 75%. Several hidden missions will trigger during this time, which can also earn points."

Hearing about earning points, Song Yu's eyes lit up: "Should I prepare some cardboard boxes and newspapers in advance?"

009: "Hmm?"

"You'll be sleeping in the park soon."

009: ...

009: "No need, you won't end up like that."

Those men wouldn't let you sleep on the streets; they'd much rather you sleep in their beds.

*

The banquet was held at the Qin family's private estate.

The atmosphere was much more relaxed than Song Yu had imagined, and quite a few people had come in casual clothes.

The Qin family had also hired many foreign pastry chefs, and the desserts and cakes were all self-service.

Song Yu hadn't moved an inch since arriving.

Seeing that the young man had almost finished eating, Bo Chi led him behind to greet acquaintances.

After walking around a couple of times, almost everyone knew Song Yu's position in this young master Bo's heart.

Wearing the same clothes, the same cuffs, and even wiping his mouth while eating—everyone knew very well that this was a silent way of telling them that Song Yu was someone Bo Chi had chosen, someone he held dear.

Song Yu, however, didn't pay attention to any of this. He took advantage of the gap between Bo Chi and others to sneak out and do his mission.

【Where is the person who threatened me?】

【He just came in, at your ten o'clock direction.】

Ever since Song Yu said he couldn't tell east from west, 009 had switched to this way of describing things.

Soon, Song Yu found the other party.

This person was named Wang Xiao, who usually looked down on the nouveau riche Song family. Recently, seeing Bo Chi always taking Song Yu with him, he felt even more resentful.

Song Yu took a small cake and went over to pick a fight.

He had never tried to pick a fight before, and his movements were too clumsy. He threw the cake on the ground several meters away from Wang Xiao.

Looking down—

he should have known not to use the cake.

What a waste.

Even though he threw it away himself, Song Yu puffed out his cheeks, unhappy.

009 Reminder: [Host, remember to pick a fight.]

Song Yu finally looked up, but before he could say anything, Wang Xiao walked towards him: "I was just about to look for you, but who knew you would deliver yourself to my door."

Song Yu: "..."

Wang Xiao looked at the cake crumbs at his feet: "Recently, after climbing up to the Bo family, you even dare to throw away cakes like that?"

The other party's tone made Song Yu very uncomfortable, and the handsome young man's brows furrowed: "You can't afford to throw it away?"

Wang Xiao's face turned ugly at such provocation. He had just arrived at the banquet and was unaware that Bo Chi had already asserted his status with Song Yu. He still thought the young man in front of him was a lackey who could be humiliated at will.

He sneered, opened his phone's photo album, flipped to a certain picture, and handed it to Song Yu: "What's your relationship with Gu Zeshu?"

"You don't want me to send the photo to Bo Chi, do you? He doesn't seem to like people who mess around outside."

It's finally here.

Song Yu pretended to be panicked, but inwardly he was asking 009 where Bo Chi was.

009: [Host, come over here quickly.]

Having timed it perfectly, Song Yu put on a threatening look: "How much money do you want?"

"Money?" Wang Xiao stared at Song Yu's beautiful face, a wicked thought rising in his mind. He handed her the wine glass in his hand: "Drink this first, maybe I can let you off the hook."

Although 009 said the other party hadn't touched the wine glass, Song Yu was still a little disgusted.

But Bo Chi hadn't arrived yet.

He needed to buy time.

Song Yu slowly reached out, but just as he was about to touch the wine glass, two hands took it from him.

Song Yu turned to the side and looked up.

Gu Zeshu?

The man's profile looked sharp and cold. The next moment, he downed the glass of wine in one gulp, then looked coldly at Wang Xiao: "I pursued him, is there a problem?"

Recently, Gu Zeshu's reputation has soared, and many rich second-generation investors in the entertainment industry want to get to know him. Moreover, it is said that the Gu family is also trying to win him back.

Wang Xiao doesn't dare to be presumptuous and plans to make a quick buck behind the scenes.

He was about to leave when he suddenly saw a figure approaching and immediately shouted, "Young Master Bo!"

Finally, he's here.

Song Yu almost thought that Wang Xiao was going to leave like this, otherwise the mission would not be completed.

Fortunately, Bo Chi is coming. The second male lead and the protagonist can

finally meet.

However, just as Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, 009's words stunned him—

[Host, there's something in that glass of wine.]

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