Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Chapter 235 Absurd Farce

"Stop—I said stop—"

A scream mixed with angry curses rang out.

Li Ling pressed down on the young man under his hand, a sorrowful glint flashing in his monocle, and then he began to silently gaze at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

"Let go... Yin Su... No, don't use force... It hurts..."

"Spoiling".

A calm male voice sounded.

"It can't be any tighter... My back is really at its limit... Damn!"

"Don't swear," Yin Su's voice was gentle and soothing, but to Bo Bing, who was being held down, it sounded like a whisper from the abyss, "There's still plenty of room for maneuver."

"Cough... It's so tight... Yin Su... I... I can't breathe..."

A mixture of panting and intermittent groans filled the room.

Bo Bing was pinned to a stool by Li Ling and several designers, his face visibly flushed. Yin Su knelt on one knee against his lower back, his hands gripping the nylon drawstring of his waistband.

Desire for control.

"It's normal to have difficulty breathing when you exhale; you'll get used to it in a bit."

Excitement.

Yin Su smiled and comforted the young man who was cursing in front of him, while his hand tightened without mercy and skillfully tied a beautiful bow.

—The little godfather's voice... sounds rather nice, doesn't it?

Yin Su thought wickedly.

But if they keep teasing him, the thin-skinned guy might really lose his temper.

We had no choice but to give up for now.

Bo Bing breathed heavily, feeling the support and restraint on her waist, and the person next to her released the young man.

"Excuse me, sir," Li Ling stepped aside.

His own young master helped the person up, and then he started pretending to be a good person again.

"Good boy, good boy," Yin Su said with a smile, patting the young man's head before he could react, and praised, "So pretty."

The gray herringbone corset clung to the young man's supple and slender waist, making him appear even more graceful. He sat on the sofa, his long and powerful legs crossed, revealing lines that hinted at explosive strength.

"What a pain! Who invented this thing?"

Bo Bing took a breath, finally feeling the effects. "It was almost like torture..."

"There's no way around it. Even runway models wear this dress and have to wear a corset to maintain their figure... If you want to look more like a woman, you have to wear a corset."

Design Director Sayuri said shyly, "Although people also think... the guy's waist is already thin enough... and his buttocks are perky enough, so there's no need to add any more lines."

Yin Su crossed his arms, sized up the young man in front of him, and agreed with Xiao Baihe's words.

“The breast pads aren’t on yet,” Xiaobaihe said, scanning the half-naked young man on the sofa up and down. Then, as if remembering something, she added, “Also, the muscle definition in your legs needs to be covered up with stockings.”

Bo Bing, fed up with the director's affected manner, waved her hand, looking pale, "Really, this isn't necessary... I'm just going in for a quick look..."

"How could you!!!"

Little Lily put her hands on her hips and gave a charming stomp of her foot, "This is the basic requirement for wearing a formal dress!"

Bo Bing was speechless with frustration; she had never felt so regretful before.

—If this were a comic book, there would definitely be a rain-soaked cloud above his head.

“You didn’t say it had to be this complicated,” Bo Bing said, his head aching. He glanced at the composed man beside him and narrowed his eyes. “You’re not really here to make fun of me, are you?”

"how could be?"

The man bent down and leaned closer, a half-smile on his face. "I already told you I'm looking forward to it, why would I make fun of you?"

"Xiaobaihe's work has been ranked among the top 50 in global design lists. Many people can't hire her, so I trust her aesthetic sense... Besides, are we really going to give up halfway through?"

"you......"

The sunk costs were enormous, and Bo Bing conceded defeat.

It was getting late, and Yin Su was taken away by the designers to get ready. Without the familiar gazes, Bo Bing finally forgot her shame and cooperated with Xiao Baihe in getting ready.

Alpha's physical gifts of "perky buttocks" and "sexy thighs" now exude a gender-neutral sexiness on Bo Bing.

Sheer 30D stockings covered her thin, icy legs, creating a strange, constricting sensation on her thighs. To prevent the stockings from slipping down, she used suspenders to hold them in place around her waist.

"Alright, come and put on your dress," Xiaobaihe glanced at the time, frowned, and pointed to an assistant, "You, go and get the high heels."

Bo Bing wanted to cover her face and force a smile, but once you're on a pirate ship, it's not so easy to get off. Besides, if she covered her face now, her makeup would run.

[Mission: Disguise skill granted once]

[Body Disguise] Activated. One-time skill, effective for 12 hours.

[Analysis in progress]

An electronic voice sounded in my ear, and Alpha's skills began to be activated.

[Disguise - Muscle Distribution] Activated. A one-time skill that visually alters the host's muscle distribution by 40%, without affecting their original body shape or stats.

[Disguise - Skeletal Structure] Activated. A one-time skill that visually alters the host's skeletal structure by 30%, without affecting the original skeletal structure or body stats.

[Gentle] Activation. Softens the host's temperament.

[Weaken - Face] Activated. Weakens the host's facial features, enhancing their mystery and making their identity impossible to discern.

With the four skills assigned, the young man gradually began to resemble a more androgynous, feminine type in the eyes of outsiders.

Xiaobaihe, covered in sweat, finished adjusting Bobing's skirt. When she looked up, she began to feel dazed.

Even though she knew the person in front of her was a thin young man, even if she added curves, the effect was still too good, wasn't it?

Are you really that good at this?

"Ok?"

Yin Su walked in from the locker room and couldn't take his eyes off the young man the moment he saw him.

Sight.

The young man stood there, and Xiaobaihe stepped on a stool to touch up his makeup.

Bo Bing raised an eyebrow at the man as if asking a question.

His body was naturally long-legged, slender-waisted, and broad-shouldered. The dress had no heavy shoulder straps, which reduced the visual effect of the young man's shoulders. The broad shoulders, cinched waist, and fishtail hem created a smooth and fitted silhouette. The thin, silver-white gloves and silver armbands altered the straight lines of his arms.

Her neat short, choppy hair gives her a heroic look, her makeup is light and elegant, her upper body, which is gathered at the chest and waist, is adorned with tiny rhinestones, and her lower body features a side slit that reveals a leg ring design on her right leg in a way that is anything but vulgar.

What are you standing there for?

Bo Bing waved in front of him, "Is it that strange? I think it's fine..."

"Ah."

Yin Su gently took the other person's hand, his voice low and husky, "Can we go now?"

"I haven't put on my shoes yet," Bo Bing said, shrugging as she sat down on the sofa at Xiao Baihe's prompting.

Yin Su asked everyone else to leave first. Although Xiao Baihe, who was holding a shoebox, was puzzled, Li Ling still asked her to leave.

"Yin Su? What are they going out for?"

Bo Bing was somewhat puzzled. "Making me bend over to put on my shoes now is practically torture."

A strikingly handsome man approached, carrying a shoebox and emanating a pleasant scent.

But the look in his eyes...

Before Bo Bing could even see clearly, the other person knelt down on one knee.

"Lift your foot."

Yin Su held the young man's ankle, and beautiful high heels were on his feet.

"I just feel a little regretful for dressing up my godfather so beautifully..."

pretty?

—Who are you talking about?

Bo Bing glanced at the shoes on her feet and scoffed.

Just as Yin Su was about to stand up, he sensed that the young man's posture had changed.

"Well?"

The cool toe of the shoe lifted his chin, Yin Su's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he stared at the other's eyes with some surprise, blinking obediently, "Godfather?"

The young man, looking down at his own face, scrutinized it as if confirming something.

Then the pressure on the chin disappeared.

"Your face is truly wasted if you didn't wear women's clothing..."

The young man stood up and lightly kicked Yin Su in the stomach. "What are you standing there for? Aren't you leaving?"

"—Let's end this absurd farce quickly."

Yin Su felt his blood rush uncontrollably to his lower abdomen where he had been kicked.