Chapter 59: Confrontation with the Deepest Desire and Obsession
Song Mingjiao's breathing stagnated, and she almost reflexively blocked He Wen's hand.
"W-What are you doing?"
To be honest, even though they had done it so many times, Song Mingjiao hadn't used it much before, and he didn't need to use it. He just lay down and enjoyed it.
But this time He Wen actually used his hands to lasso the front.
"Mingjiao, we haven't finished the college entrance exam yet. Can I bear with you for a moment and satisfy you like this for now?"
He Wen was not feeling well at the moment either. He was at the peak of his passion as a young male high school student. Almost as soon as he touched Song Mingjiao's body, He Wen stood up.
The boy's voice became deeper, and in Song Mingjiao's ears, it sounded more like the "He Wen" who was already a mature man. He couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.
But even this moment of distraction was caught by He Wen.
Song Mingjiao gasped a few times. He never knew that He Wen's hand skills were so good. The boy's hands were originally cold in winter, but now they were also contaminated with Song Mingjiao's body temperature.
"Don't think about others, Mingjiao. Or, is your brother your real brother?"
He Wen's voice was a little gritted.
"I think you're thinking too much!"
Song Mingjiao had been pretending to be a good student for so long, but at this moment, he couldn't control his temper and vented it towards He Wen. When He Wen covered his front with his fingers, Song Mingjiao kicked him with his legs.
Instead of kicking him, his balls were exposed.
He Wen leaned forward flatteringly and kissed Song Mingjiao on the lips: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about him. Mingjiao, please speak softly. Is the soundproofing in your bedroom good?"
As he spoke, He Wen's hand slid along Song Mingjiao's very delicate skin, and soon found an even warmer and softer hot spring, ready for some exploration.
"Wow..."
Compared to his previous more direct weapons, He Wen's hands were more dexterous, almost as if he had learned it by himself. Every time he touched a place, the mist in Song Mingjiao's eyes would increase a little.
In the end, Song Mingjiao could only turn his head impatiently, bite the corner of the pillow, and make incoherent mutters from his mouth.
Song Mingjiao felt that no matter how many worlds He Wen had lived through, he was still so annoying!
He usually pretends to be a good guy, but at this moment he turns his back on people and won't stop until he makes Song Mingjiao cry.
Still the cool kind.
As if to show off his skills in front of Song Mingjiao.
Now the same thing happens with your fingers.
"You, you don't have to go home tonight?"
"It's okay, Mingjiao. My parents are still abroad. There are only servants at home. It doesn't matter whether I go back or not."
The two of them stayed in the bedroom for a long time, whispering in each other's ears, giving off the vibe of someone trying to taste the forbidden fruit behind their parents' backs. No one noticed that the clock had quietly approached midnight.
"Ming Jiao? It's almost midnight. Shall we set off fireworks?"
There was a knock on the door, and Song Mingjiao's dazed eyes regained some spirit.
It was his brother Song Zhen knocking on the door outside.
Song Mingjiao bit her lips tightly and dared not make a sound, but He Wen, who had gotten what he wanted, revealed his true nature and deliberately poked the soft flesh in a vicious way. Song Mingjiao's eyelashes trembled rapidly and she had no strength to glare at He Wen.
"Mingjiao, baby? Hey, are you asleep?"
Fortunately, Song Zhen seemed to notice that the lights in the bedroom were off. After waiting for a while without any response, he left.
As soon as the troublesome brother left, He Wen couldn't wait to bite Song Mingjiao's earlobe and asked jealously, "Why can he call you baby?"
"You can yell too, no one will stop you."
Song Mingjiao had resisted being called "baby" from the beginning, but now he doesn't care at all.
He Wen is so mean. It's like he has learned finger exercises. Not only does he bully Song Mingjiao from the front, but he also forces Song Mingjiao to use the rear.
Song Mingjiao didn't rest for long, and soon he had to bite his pillow to suppress all sounds into his throat.
But Song Mingjiao didn't know that he was forbearing, whimpering softly and indistinctly, his snow-white neck gradually turning a thin layer of pink, and his thin waist was taut, and he would shrink only when He Wen touched him.
It simply made He Wen feel even more alluring, and his breathing became heavy.
Song Mingjiao felt dizzy from being fingered, and his pillow was soaked with sweat. When he was least conscious, he seemed to hear the sound of a clock striking the hour.
Then, there seemed to be the sound of fireworks rising outside the window.
Song Mingjiao was no longer able to think clearly. In a trance, he seemed to see the most brilliant fireworks rising in the dark night amidst the falling snow.
The comfort spread from his fingertips to his whole body, and Song Mingjiao fell into a deep sleep exhausted.
So Song Mingjiao didn't see that He Wen, who was beside him, held his face and kissed him again and again. The boy was still dreaming about the future and made a wish to him:
"Mingjiao, Happy New Year! I hope we can spend every New Year together in the future."
Song Mingjiao also didn't see that outside the window where there was only a street lamp, Song Zhen was alone, lighting the fireworks that he and Song Mingjiao had bought together and setting them into the night sky.
Song Zhen rarely wore gloves, and only wore one hand because he could feel a familiar warm and moist feeling coming from the void through his fingertips.
Song Zhen didn't look up at the direction of Song Mingjiao's bedroom, but just watched the fireworks falling from the sky.
"Baby, as expected, your gaze will only look at the 'main body', even though I am the one who inherited all the memories."
*
The next morning.
When Song Mingjiao woke up, he felt someone tightly holding his waist. He opened his eyes and saw that it was He Wen who was still lying on his bed.
Song Mingjiao broke free from He Wen's arms and kicked him lightly.
"Why are you still here? If you don't leave now, your brother and the servants will see you soon."
He Wen was kicked awake by Song Mingjiao but he didn't get angry. He just turned sideways to block a certain shape without leaving any trace.
He unilaterally made Song Mingjiao feel comfortable yesterday, and the man slept soundly, but He Wen did not vent his anger at all.
"Oh yeah, I'll leave now, or should I climb over the wall?"
He Wen said as he put on his clothes.
Song Mingjiao sat in the middle of the bed, pushing He Wen towards the window with both hands: "Hurry, hurry, it will be my usual time to get up soon, and my brother will send someone to wake me up, especially since it's the first day of the new year."
He Wang was in a panic. As he climbed out the window, he exchanged glances with Ming Jiao: "Ming Jiao, I'll come see you tomorrow. Can I go through the main entrance this time? I'll bring a gift and pay you a formal visit."
Also mentioning gifts?
It's not a marriage proposal, why do you have to do this?
"...You go first."
Having escaped from the ambiguous atmosphere of yesterday, Song Mingjiao immediately became allergic to romance. She pushed He Wen away perfunctorily, and only after watching the man disappear from the window did she breathe a sigh of relief, close the window and turn around.
As soon as she turned around, Song Mingjiao saw her brother Song Zhen standing at the door. Song Zhen had the key to the room in his hand. He had opened the door at some point and was looking at Song Mingjiao quietly at the door.
"Brother, um, good morning, and happy new year?"
Song Mingjiao felt guilty for some reason. He knew that Song Zhen had bad intentions as well. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere of the affair was too strong yesterday, which made Song Mingjiao hallucinate the head of the family coming to check on him.
Song Zhen withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Song Mingjiao, whose clothes were disheveled. There were no strawberry marks on the exposed skin, but a sense of nourishment and satisfaction was revealed between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
The matter around Song Zhen began to twist again, and he smiled strangely and gently: "Ming Jiao, you invited your classmates to your house, why didn't you tell your brother?"
Song Mingjiao sighed. He was finally discovered. What a pervert!
After a while, He Wen, who was supposed to slip away quietly, was "invited" back to the Song family by the villa's servants and bodyguards.
This time, he didn't need to wait until tomorrow and could walk in openly through the main gate.
When He Wen came in, he saw Song Zhen sitting in the middle of the living room, dressed in a suit and tie even though he was in his own home, and Song Mingjiao standing next to Song Zhen, twirling his fingers, looking a little pitiful, like the one his parents had talked about.
Even though He Wen already knew last night that Song Mingjiao was not a good little boy and that this appearance was just a disguise, He Wen still couldn't help but get angry when he saw this scene.
"Song Zhen!! Come at me if you dare. What kind of brother are you if you bully your own brother? Do you really care about him?!"
Song Mingjiao was actually distracted by boredom. He didn't figure out who the real "He Wen" who had been following him was, so unlike the previous two worlds, Song Mingjiao had been avoiding the meeting between Song Zhen and He Wen.
But I really shouldn't have been soft-hearted yesterday! Otherwise, today's Shura field could have been avoided.
Song Zhen stood up from the sofa and put his arms around Song Mingjiao's waist as if to declare his sovereignty. Song Mingjiao looked up at Song Zhen in some confusion, but did not dodge. He Wen opposite him clenched his fists in hatred.
Sure enough, Song Mingjiao’s so-called brother had no good intentions towards Song Mingjiao!
Song Zhen simply disdained He Wen and said with disdain, "Isn't that funny? I don't care about him, but do I really expect a kid like you who hasn't even grown all his hair yet?"
Song Mingjiao nodded silently. Indeed, there were advantages to having a brother who was a victim. During this period, Song Mingjiao, apart from studying, had enjoyed the benefits of the privileged class. If it were him, he would not be so high-profile.
"As for my brother, you don't need to worry about him, Mingjiao?"
Song Zhen lowered his head, his eyes without any darkness, he just called out to Song Mingjiao affectionately.
"Hmm?" Song Mingjiao responded. He didn't quite understand what Song Zhen wanted to do.
Song Zhen seemed to be discussing it very gentlemanly: "Baby, you actually tasted the forbidden fruit with a bad student last night. Brother will punish you a little. Is it too much?"
Song Mingjiao let out an "ah", but before he could say anything, he felt stimulation from the side of his neck, making him speechless.
——Song Zhen actually lowered his head and bit Song Mingjiao’s neck!
And in front of his love rival He Wen.
He Wen wanted to break free from the bodyguard, but it was obvious that Song Zhen came prepared this time and deliberately wanted to provoke He Wen.
"You old bastard! Let Mingjiao go! He's your brother, and he's just come of age. Do you still have any shame?!"
He Wen was so angry that blood rushed to his head. Song Zhen actually broke the window paper, and in front of so many people.
The servants lowered their heads, not daring to watch this dispute among the wealthy families.
Song Mingjiao felt dizzy, numb, itchy and painful. If Song Zhen was a vampire, he might be assimilated?
But Song Zhen didn't do that. He just bit the skin on the side of Song Mingjiao's neck and bit it repeatedly, completely leaving the mark that He Wen hadn't left yesterday.
Only after a clear red mark appeared on the side of Song Mingjiao's neck did Song Zhen stop with satisfaction and caress the mark lovingly, but Song Mingjiao turned her head away expressionlessly.
Song Zhen's eyes darkened, but soon returned to normal. He changed his angle, touched the back of Song Mingjiao's head soothingly, and turned to look at his rival.
Song Zhen smiled with confidence, as if he was mocking a fool who knew nothing.
"You're wrong. Mingjiao and I are not brothers. We were lovers in our previous lives. I'm just doing what I do in every life to my baby."
He Wen thought Song Zhen was a lunatic. Could it be that he also believed in religion?
"How many years has the New Era been here? I didn't inform you?"
Song Zhen shook his head and looked at the memoryless "subject" He Wen with pity: "You don't believe it? Look at Mingjiao's expression?"
He Wen was stunned for a moment, then looked to the side.
Song Mingjiao was a little dazed, and her eyelashes were trembling. That was not the look of someone who had heard a joke, but rather the look of someone's worries being touched upon.
Song Mingjiao was questioning the system in his mind.
What's the point of your system? It's a bug that makes everything look exactly the same, but there are actually people who still remember memories from the previous world!
[Waste.]
The system was in a state of panic, as Song Mingjiao had been using many reverse pua techniques on it, so it quickly started checking.
[That's not right. The data streams of both of them are the same as shown in the system!]
Song Mingjiao, who was confronting the system, did not notice that He Wen's eyes, which were originally full of the last hope, gradually dimmed when he saw Song Mingjiao's silence.
Song Zhen continued to press on: "Not only that, I also know you, He Wen."
"No, I should call you 'Subject'. You're a useless person without any memories. You can't even recognize your wives from past lives. How can you be qualified to embrace Ming Jiao?"
Song Mingjiao frowned, and finally looked at Song Zhen straight in the eye, tilting his head: "Who are you?"
Song Zhen gave Song Mingjiao a familiar smile: "Baby, I am the real 'He Wen', or you can call me 'He Wang', 'He Wen', or bodyguard, general, whatever is fine."
"I have all the memories of being with you, as well as my deepest desires and obsessions for you."
Song Zhen glanced at He Wen with disdain and continued, "Baby, that one over there is just a resemblance in appearance. I am the one who looks like him in spirit."
He Wen felt a surge of panic, but he had an inexplicable intuition that Song Zhen was right, but he still gritted his teeth and refuted:
"You're talking nonsense! I've been He Wen since I was born, so what's the difference between a person and a woman?"
"hehe."
Song Mingjiao filtered out the elementary school quarrel. He was lost in thought because of the names Song Zhen said.
Song Mingjiao roughly understood it, although he still didn't understand the principle.
But "He Wen", who has the same face in all three worlds, and Song Zhen, who now claims to have all the memories, should be essentially the same person, or the same data.
Maybe it was because as an NPC, he was not supposed to cross the world to follow Song Mingjiao, so he was cut into two people during the crossing.
One inherited the former's appearance and form, more positive and direct. The other inherited the former's memories and obsessions, more dark and twisted.
The only thing they have in common is that their feelings towards Song Mingjiao have not changed.
Song Mingjiao felt a headache.
What is going on!
He Wen and Song Zhen were still arguing over there, arguing about who was real and who was worthy of Song Mingjiao.
It seems that he wants to kill the other person, but because it may result in the death of everyone, he has to just talk big.
The noise gave Song Mingjiao a headache.
He plays with emotions, but he really doesn't know how to deal with them.
Song Mingjiao could no longer bear it:
"That's enough! I'm going to live on campus! Don't bother me!"
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