"Boss, all six participants from the helicopter have landed. The detailed appraisal report is as follows:"
Secretary Yan’s clinical, unmodulated voice reported via my earpiece as she pulled up the data:
Quan Zhixin (Male, 18 years old): A third-year student at Capital High School and a supporting actor in idol dramas. Unsigned to any agency, he plays incredibly wild in the industry. Body count: 183. His first time was back in his third year of middle school with an idol drama director named Wang Mei. Notably, his rod is freakishly massive. Soul value: 435.
Yan Shi (Female, SR-grade, 21 years old): A second-tier actress under Meteor Entertainment, specializing in playing the sort of manipulative, green-tea villains that audiences love to hate. Her aesthetics are top-tier, sporting a D-cup, and she is a rare, natural White Tiger with a highly reactive, squirting constitution. Her private life is utterly chaotic. Body count: 588. Her first time was with her middle school homeroom teacher, Wang Zhiqiang. Soul value: 933.
Lin Huanhuan (Female, S-grade, 19 years old): A second-tier actress under Ace Entertainment, rocking a youthful, energetic persona. C-cup. She harbors a borderline pathological, unrequited infatuation with Quan Zhixin, frequently instigating casual hookups with him, though Quan Zhixin clearly treats her as a mere tool for relief. Body count: 53, entirely with Quan Zhixin. Soul value: 377.
Fang Mingtian (Male, 24 years old): A signed artist under Ace Entertainment. He has released one album with impressive vocal talent and is a key asset the company is cultivating. Refined on the outside, he belongs to the insatiable, hypersexual type. Body count: 1,223. Soul value: 538.
Huang Shao (Male, 23 years old): A well-known sports star in the entertainment industry, possessing a top-tier billionaire background and a sculpted, athletic physique. This man carries a high danger rating; body count: 1,438, and he possesses a hidden ability capable of manipulating women's hearts. Soul value: 925.
He Xiangru (Female, SR-grade, 18 years old): A third-year student at Yanhua High School and Yan Shi's junior labelmate. Though her aesthetics are otherworldly and she possesses a god-given singing voice, her personality is painfully shy, leaving her with little audience appeal. Her life is far simpler. Body count: 1. Her lone partner was Shen Mingjun—a man who commands a flawless public image as a devoted husband and the nation’s ideal partner. Soul value: 788.
"Welcome to the shooting location of Seven Days and Seven Nights," producer-director Wang Yicai announced. "Now, let us begin."
Wang Yicai watched as the actors' luggage was flown away by the helicopter. Everything had been stripped from them; the only items they possessed were the clothes on their backs.
Because of my Accomplice of the Devil ability, our entire group was treated as thin air. The cast completely ignored us, allowing us to do whatever we pleased. By now, Wang Miya’s breathing had grown incredibly heavy. Her purplish-black pupils locked onto the vibrant bodies before her, her hidden cleft beneath her skirt already clenched in multiple silent climaxes from sheer excitement.
"Everyone, line up!" the host, Asa, bellowed. "Girls in the front, boys in the back!"
Amidst laughter, the group queued up in order. As Asa announced the start of the first game, First Impression, the men spun around to face the ocean, their feet sinking into the beautiful beach sand. The women walked toward the men of their choice based on their whims—Yan Shi and He Xiangru lined up behind Huang Shao, while Lin Huanhuan stood behind Quan Zhixin.
After all, when faced with a wealthy, sculpted alpha male, who could resist that initial surge of physical attraction?
"Now, boys, show the cards in your hands! If the name on your card matches the girl standing in your line, both of you gain 1 point!" Asa paused, letting out an exaggerated gasp. "Whoa, whoa~ Oh my god!"
Every camera focused as the atmosphere turned subtle. Quan Zhixin’s card bore He Xiangru’s name, yet the girl guarding his back was the infatuated Lin Huanhuan. Fang Mingtian similarly desired He Xiangru, but his line was entirely empty. Only Huang Shao and Yan Shi shared a perfect telepathy, precisely choosing each other.
"Huang Shao and Yan Shi gain 1 point! But before that," Asa deliberately slowed her speech, her tone laced with a playful edge, "both of you must help each other change into our exclusive, island-custom swimsuits! This is a special design exclusively sponsored by 'The Soul Cutter'—the definitive variation worn by the girls of Zhiguo Girls' High!"
Huang Shao truly lived up to his reputation as a veteran seducer. As he helped strip off Yan Shi's top, his hands feigned an innocent attempt to undo her bindings while deliberately straying, kneading and squeezing to measure the weight of her proud D-cup breasts.
Not one to be outdone, the green-tea actress Yan Shi smoothly slipped her slender hand into Huang Shao’s waistband, her fingertips suggestively stroking the heavy bulge beneath the fabric, while pouting and pretending she couldn't find the leverage to pull his pants down.
On the surface, they were merely changing; in reality, they had already completed a highly practiced, physical negotiation within the camera's blind spots.
And within the void where this crowd perceived "nothingness," I didn't remain idle either.
I marched straight up to the painfully shy young girl, my palm slamming onto He Xiangru’s pristine frame. How could this pure-souled, genius maiden with a body count of one withstand such an invisible, phantom assault? My fingers roughly parted her garments, ruthlessly gouging into the tender slit that had only ever been broken into once by Shen Mingjun.
Within moments, the two on camera had finished dressing each other in the "Zhiguo High" style swimsuits. The impossibly thin fabric masked virtually nothing, heavily emphasizing the stark erection of Yan Shi's nipples against the cloth. Her sheer, translucent lower half rippled with her breath, looking like a beast begging to be claimed.
The men’s cut was even more audacious—the waistband of the tiny swim briefs sat at barely half the height of standard trunks.
Staring at the hard nipples on Yan Shi's chest at point-blank range, the restless lust inside Huang Shao could no longer be contained. His rigid rod snapped into a full erection, bursting straight past the low-slung waistband to expose half of his swollen, crimson head, twitching slightly in the open air.
The exposed head of Huang Shao’s cock leaked pre-cum restlessly, emitting a thick, primal musk that mingled with the briny sea breeze, creating an unadulterated, corrupting aura across the beach. This hyper-aggressive male scent saturated the air, a definitive omen that this depraved reality show had officially commenced.
"The rest of you, change yourselves!"
Before long, everyone on the beach had donned the provocative reality show swimsuits. Under the minimalist cut, the garments failed entirely to serve any purpose of concealment.
The rods of all three men were fully engorged from the visual stimulation, jutting out wantonly past the low-slung waistbands. Quan Zhixin’s freakish, native length bounced entirely free of his briefs, swaying heavily with every breath he took—the sheer weight of his meat impossible to ignore.
Meanwhile, the three women teetered on the absolute brink of total nudity. The thin gauze was strained to near-transparency by their erect breasts, the dark contours of their aureolas clearly visible. Lin Huanhuan, likely due to her frantic rushing, had several thick strands of pubic hair spilling past the narrow borders of her bottom piece, contrasting sharply against her pale inner thighs.
Less than a minute of locking eyes was all it took for the atmosphere between the three men and three women to degenerate entirely. An invisible fuse had been lit, instantly filling the air with a wanton, heavy, and slick musk. The scent felt like bodily fluids seeping from their very pores, mingling with their scorching breaths, standing out with intense force against the briny sea wind.
Yet, this was a reality show broadcast to the public.
Constrained by the dozens of cameras surrounding them and the high-precision microphones clipped to their skin, the actors attempted to maintain the final shreds of their professional dignity despite the raging fire in their loins. Quan Zhixin clenched his jaw, fighting to suppress his heavily twitching rod, while Yan Shi clamped her drenched inner thighs together, her fingertips trembling lightly. Everyone was holding back, enduring agony under the lens of a monster called "ratings."
"Now, we begin the second game: The Elite's Embrace!" the host Asa announced with poised ease. "The rules are as follows: Everyone will select a partner for a face-to-face embrace lasting exactly 10 minutes, operating on a rotation system. After the embrace, both parties will write down a name. If the names match, both gain 1 point!"
The moment the rules were dropped, Quan Zhixin—carrying his half-exposed, rhythmically twitching monster rod—roughly dragged He Xiangru into his frame without a word. His massive, turgid blade pressed precisely against He Xiangru’s navel. With every provocative twitch of his hips, waves of scorching heat radiated through the sheer fabric.
There was no way Quan Zhixin would behave himself. His hands roamed wantonly across He Xiangru’s smooth spine and voluptuous ass, his fingertips straight-up hooking past the borders of her swimsuit, greedily exploring the texture of a maiden whose depths had barely been touched.
And the seemingly shy He Xiangru? While her hands feigned a defensive gesture over her stomach, she was actually using the leverage to cup and feel the massive rod that was shattering her sanity. Their bodies pressed flush against one another as the heavy musk of male arousal and the sweet scent of a maiden twisted violently in the briny air.
Within less than a minute of standing there, He Xiangru’s eyes began to glaze over, her delicate frame trembling lightly. The sheer force of his friction alone had brought her to the absolute brink of a climax at the final centimeter of her defenses.
Embracing the green-tea star Yan Shi was the talented Fang Mingtian. The exposed head of Fang Mingtian’s cock was similarly magnificent; not only did his hips rock back and forth repeatedly, but he also deliberately hitched his low-rise briefs down a fraction more, attempting to grind the massive tip against Yan Shi while standing.
Unfortunately for him, Yan Shi was far too seasoned to be easily caught. She deftly swiveled her hips, intentionally exposing a lone, perfectly round breast within a camera blind spot. This exquisite torture of "look but don't touch" left Fang Mingtian's loins burning with a frantic lust that had nowhere to vent.
Huang Shao looked as though he had simply inherited Lin Huanhuan after everyone else had made their picks, yet the girl’s offensive capability proved astonishingly fierce. Lin Huanhuan showed zero care about being treated as a backup option; instead, she writhed and ground herself relentlessly against Huang Shao’s athletic frame, soft, fractured moans escaping her lips:
“Ah… oh…”
This unadulterated, wanton display caused the exposed head of Huang Shao’s cock to twitch frantically. Hindered by the camera operators crowding around them for close-ups, Huang Shao could only endure the throbbing ache of his engorged length while using his restless hands to pull at the borders of Lin Huanhuan’s swimsuit, trying to orchestrate an "accidental slip" into her depths.
The ten-minute rotation flew by in a flash. Far from cooling down, the atmosphere on the beach felt like cold water dropped into boiling oil, exploding instantly. The three male stars were now like starved predators locked within the cage of "ratings," their movements coarse and desperate as they grabbed the next partner, pressing flush against them to demand relief.
Under the point-blank siege of the camera crew's heavy lenses, this restricted, forbidden environment acted as the ultimate aphrodisiac. Everyone swiveled and ground their bodies frantically within the brief gaps between camera movements, attempting to manufacture the perfect angle for an "ambush."
Huang Shao, whose lust had been thoroughly whipped into a frenzy by Lin Huanhuan just moments ago, was now like a bull desperate to vent. The moment he rotated to embrace Yan Shi, his movements turned highly aggressive. Using a swiveling fakeout, he "accidentally" hooked his hand to pull down the thin fabric of Yan Shi’s swimsuit, before instantly leveraging his seasoned acting skills to execute a clumsy, unstable stumble onto the sand.
"Whoops!" Huang Shao cried out.
Yet his hands were flawlessly, deathly locked around Yan Shi’s proud, top-tier breasts. He attempted to use the downward momentum and twist of his fall to slide his leaking, engorged rod "accidentally" straight into her pussy.
However, he had severely underestimated this green-tea queen, who possessed a body count of 588 and a soul value of 933. Yan Shi’s reflexes were lightning-fast; her brow didn't even twitch.
At the exact microsecond Huang Shao thought he was about to succeed, Yan Shi’s legs—appearing soft and yielding—crossed together, clamping down like an iron vise around the shaft of Huang Shao’s cock. The sheer, physical force of that lock left Huang Shao’s aggressive weapon instantly immobilized, reduced to twitching helplessly within the narrow vice of her thighs, possessing immense brute force yet completely stripped of any leverage to strike.
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