Ultimate Series, Past Lives Revealed

114: Jiaqi’s perverse sense of humorHao Jiaqi and Ding Xiaoyu were at home, watching as the heavenly screen gradually drew to a close. A certain impulse within her could no longer be restrained. She chuckled mischievously, pouncing toward Ding Xiaoyu like a hungry tiger.

”Ding Xiaoyu, you should dress up too!” Hao Jiaqi exclaimed excitedly.

Ding Xiaoyu’s face instantly flushed bright red. He stammered, ”Jiaqi, you want me to dress up like that effeminate guy from the heavenly screen? No way!”

Hao Jiaqi waved her hand dismissively. ”Oh, that was Jiu Wu’s past life, not you!”

Ding Xiaoyu remained stubborn. ”Then why do you still want me to dress up like him?”

”Alright, alright, it’s because you and Jiu Wu are each other’s Clones. And besides, I really want to see you in women’s clothing, haha!” Hao Jiaqi grew more and more excited as she spoke, already picturing Ding Xiaoyu in women’s attire in her mind.

Ding Xiaoyu wanted to resist further but realized he was no match for Hao Jiaqi. In a flash, Hao Jiaqi executed a ”grappling move,” firmly subduing Ding Xiaoyu and rendering him completely immobile.

”Jiaqi, don’t do this! I won’t be able to face anyone after this!” Ding Xiaoyu pleaded with a tearful expression.

”It’s fine, only I can see it. No one else will know,” Hao Jiaqi reassured him, then began rummaging through her wardrobe for clothes and makeup.

Ding Xiaoyu watched helplessly as Hao Jiaqi dressed him in her clothes one by one and applied various cosmetics to his face, feeling a mix of resignation and indulgence.

Finally, Hao Jiaqi completed her ”masterpiece.” She looked at Ding Xiaoyu before her and nodded in satisfaction. However, she felt something was still missing. Ah, right—the hair!

So, Hao Jiaqi took out her phone and snapped several photos of Ding Xiaoyu’s new look.

Ding Xiaoyu’s face flushed even redder. He lowered his head, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

”Jiaqi, you...” Ding Xiaoyu’s voice was on the verge of tears.

Seeing Ding Xiaoyu like this, Hao Jiaqi suddenly felt an indescribable impulse, as if a force was driving her to make him cry.

Ding Xiaoyu looked at Jiaqi, noticing her gaze gradually turning strange. A sense of foreboding washed over him, and he stammered, ”Jiaqi... what... what are you doing?”

Scenes of villains bullying innocent women from TV dramas flashed through Hao Jiaqi’s mind. A perverse smile slowly spread across her face as she chuckled and stepped closer to Ding Xiaoyu.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyu grew even more uneasy. He tried to struggle and pleaded, ”Can we not play this game, Jiaqi?”

However, Hao Jiaqi shook her head without hesitation and said, ”No, we can’t. Let’s begin now!”

With that, she started searching around for rope to tie Ding Xiaoyu up but couldn’t find anything suitable after a while.

Finally, she had a bright idea and decided to use her own clothes as makeshift rope.

Ding Xiaoyu watched Jiaqi’s excited demeanor, his face flushed red. Though reluctant, he had no choice but to cooperate helplessly.

Tears welled up in his eyes, making him look like a bullied innocent man. He gazed pitifully at Jiaqi, repeatedly saying, ”You... what are you doing? Don’t come any closer!”

Seeing Ding Xiaoyu slip into the role so quickly and cooperate so well, Jiaqi’s excitement soared, and her smile grew even more twisted.

Once he was tied up, Jiaqi’s hands moved like agile snakes, roaming over Ding Xiaoyu’s body—sometimes gently caressing, sometimes forcefully kneading, then leaning in to lightly kiss and suck on his skin!

At first, Ding Xiaoyu was relatively cooperative. But as time passed, he gradually found Jiaqi’s teasing unbearable.

Finally, he couldn’t help but gasp and say, ”Jiaqi, stop this. Untie me quickly.”

However, Jiaqi had no intention of stopping. She shook her head gently, a sly smile curling at the corner of her mouth, and replied, ”It’s not over yet!”

If anyone happened to pass by this building, they would likely hear various sounds emanating from this house.

The first thing to reach their ears would probably be the heavy panting of a man, a sound tinged with suppressed desire and helplessness.

Next would be the man’s pleading words, his voice carrying a hint of tears as if he had reached his limit.

Intertwined with the man’s voice was the excited, slightly teasing laughter of a woman.

This laughter echoed clearly in the quiet building, as if announcing to the outside world what was happening inside.