The Risqué Streamer
Qi En snapped back to reality. The first thing that filled his vision was the computer monitor in front of him.
His mind was a complete blank slate. He knew nothing.
He didn’t even have the presence of mind to wonder who he was.
As he looked around, fragmented memories gradually returned to the cage of his mind.
Oh, he recalled a little. This is my home.
Reflected on the computer screen was a young man. His short hair was like black satin, draping soft and obediently over his head.
His features were lovely, free of makeup. Under the reflection of the screen, his amber pupils held a honey-like sheen. There was a small red mole on one side of the bridge of his nose.
His lips were naturally vermilion, parted slightly, his expression betraying a hint of confusion.
Who is this?
Qi En reached out and gently touched the computer screen.
The person in the screen mimicked his movement perfectly.
Qi En paused for two seconds before it clicked.
Oh, it’s me.
A line of small text sat in the top left corner: [Live for 14 minutes.]
Live?
I’m livestreaming?
Several pages were open on the massive monitor, split into various rectangular functional zones.
In one vertical box, the content scrolled rapidly; so many bullet comments flashed by that it was impossible to read them clearly.
Qi En narrowed his eyes, planted his hands on the desk, and leaned in a little closer.
Focusing his gaze, he managed to catch a few of them:
[Wifey, wifey, my dumb, pretty wifey.]
[Baby’s beauty attack is critical!]
[I want to kiss Baobao to death.]
[Looking at this has got me hard rn.]
[Even if En-En threw himself at me and insisted on kissing my face, I wouldn’t even feel that good about it. (Tsundere)]
When that super-long comment was posted, the entire comment section lagged for a moment, allowing Qi En to see more of the messages clearly.
[Why is he live again? I don’t even follow him but I see him every day. What is this stream even for? How do so many people watch this? Is he really that good-looking? Just big eyes, small face, and pale skin, isn’t that it?]
[To the guy above, maybe take off your Level 10 Fan Badge before you talk smack?]
[Must be a hate-watcher. So annoying. If you don’t like it, get lost.]
[En-En is so lewd, be careful not to flash us.]
[Click follow, join the fan club, and grab the red packet in the top left corner.]
[Click follow, join the fan club, and grab the red packet in the top left corner.]
[What pretty outfit are we wearing today?]
[Click follow, join the fan club, and grab the red packet in the top left corner.]
…
The camera only captured Qi En’s head and shoulders. As he stood up slightly, the frame revealed a glimpse of what lay just below.
It was a halter-neck camisole. The thin strings wound around his slender nape, highlighting the noble and exquisite lines of his neck and shoulders.
The quality of the top was mediocre at best; beneath the thin cotton fabric, beautiful curves were faintly visible.
The lace trim on the strings dug into his neck, making it itch. He raised a hand to scratch it, unaware that he had clawed his own skin red.
His skin was too tender; marks were left upon it with the slightest ease.
[Baobao, stand up and let us see.]
This sentence floated across the public screen. Unlike the cramped, scrolling text of the regular bullet comments, this one was encased in a flashy, cool border.
Qi En’s gaze followed the horizontally scrolling message, and he couldn’t help but extend a finger to poke the golden butterfly trail dragging behind the text.
The next second, even more dazzling special effects hijacked his entire screen.
Blinded by the glittering gold, Qi En leaned back instinctively, falling right into his computer chair.
Although Qi En had forgotten most things, he knew this gift was a “Carnival.”
It was very expensive.
The person who sent the gift was the same one asking him to stand up. Their name was D.
But Qi En didn’t comply. Instead, he lowered his head and tugged at his skirt nervously.
He pursed his lips secretly, his cheeks puffing out into two small mounds.
He looked like a clueless little animal, unsure if he should listen to the voices in the chat.
Qi En’s hesitation only invited a more turbulent wave of gifts.
Flashy gift effects dominated the public screen one after another until Qi En couldn’t even see the comments anymore.
The “Top Donor” spot in the upper right corner changed hands. The avatar became a black mask, and the nickname read Mystery Man 123456.
Mystery Man 123456 floated a sentence across the public screen: [You are not allowed to stand up.]
D, who had dropped from first to second place, started smashing gifts aggressively. The screen filled with so many effects it made Qi En dizzy.
He blinked his somewhat dry eyes and blew at the bangs tickling his forehead.
I seem to be a big streamer.
Qi En wanted to investigate his livestream interface, but his attention was constantly hijacked by the pretty effects on the public screen.
After watching for a while, he still didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing.
So, he started dryly reading the comments out loud:
“’Eyes big and round, face so small and pale, weird as hell…?’ Then don’t watch…”
“’En-En, ignore him, that guy is spamming just to get your attention.’ Oh, okay, I won’t pay attention to him.”
“’So moe…’ Are you talking about me?”
“’En-En read my name…’ What is your name? That long string of text at the front?”
“’Want sweet En-En, little sweet P, want to French kiss En-En…?’”
Qi En only understood the last part; it meant kissing on the mouth.
It definitely wasn’t anything good.
He pressed his lips together, moved the pink bunny-shaped mouse, dragged it over that name, and right-clicked to blacklist the user.
This was a necessary skill for every streamer—sending people to the “Little Black Room.” He remembered that clearly.
He continued reading downwards:
“’En-En looks like a cute Little O. Is your pheromone strawberry flavored? Or cream?’”
“What is an O…?”
“How could pheromones be strawberry? Strawberry is a fruit.”
So boring.
These comments left him confused and dazed, a pile of strange words he couldn’t comprehend.
Maybe I should just end the stream.
But he searched for a long time and couldn’t find the “End Stream” button.
He knew absolutely nothing about the streaming process.
The Top Donor and the Second Place Donor were still arguing on the public screen.
Donor #2 insisted Qi En stand up and show his full body.
Donor #1 held the opposite opinion and refused to let Qi En stand.
Donor #2 assumed Donor #1 was antagonizing him personally and started attacking him with insults.
Compared to #2, the Top Donor was calmer and didn’t engage in the heated outbursts.
The audience started trying to mediate, telling them to stop fighting, or else the channel would get banned because of #2’s comments.
Qi En was dazzled by the spamming comments. He puffed out his cheeks and sighed heavily. “Um, so should I stand or not?”
The war finally subsided for a moment, and the gift effects thinned out.
Mystery Man 123456: [You need to be safety-conscious. Protect your privacy.]
D: [Baobao, let Hubby see. Just for one second.]
Mystery Man 123456: [If you really want to show it, send me a private message.]
D: [?]
The Mystery Man and D were the ones spending the most money; Qi En couldn’t ignore them.
So he answered them one by one. “Private message? But I don’t know where the private messages are.”
He mumbled to himself, not caring if the Mystery Man could hear him.
The Mystery Man didn’t respond for the moment.
Qi En moved on to deal with D.
“One second?” Qi En held up a finger and asked earnestly.
D: [Yes, Baobao. Just one second now, and you can give me extra time after the stream ends.]
After saying that, he sent another Rocket.
“Why are you sending gifts again? Fine, okay.” Qi En didn’t even process the second half of D’s sentence. “Sigh, wait a moment.”
Qi En muttered, hurriedly looking down at the clothes on his body.
The straps of the small camisole had rubbed his skin slightly red and swollen.
Below, he was wearing a pencil skirt. When he sat, half of his rounded curve was exposed, sticking to the leather chair, warming that patch of material.
This outfit wasn’t comfortable at all. He wanted to end the stream quickly and change.
It also didn’t fit well. The top was too loose, and the skirt was too tight.
It looked poor, as if he didn’t have money to buy clothes.
On the computer screen, Qi En rustled around.
He pinched the edge of the skirt, lifted it slightly, and looked down.
He paused for just a moment, then suddenly straightened his arms, pulling the skirt down hard to cover half his thigh.
Fortunately, the skirt had good elasticity. Aside from the fabric stretching to become even more sheer, there were no issues.
However, because the hem of the camisole was tucked into the skirt, pulling the skirt down dragged the top down with it. The straps elongated, revealing a large expanse of skin that was white with a flush of pink.
Qi En’s face turned beet red instantly, and his eyelashes drooped in panic. “No, not even one second.”
Contrasting with his shy posture, he tried to act serious while addressing the chat to emphasize his refusal. His almond eyes opened wide, staring fixedly at one spot on the screen, as if trying to look through the monitor at the people outside.
D: [Baobao, yes, look at me with those eyes. So hot.]
“You are such a pervert…”
Qi En couldn’t hold back the comment, his brow twitching.
At this moment, Mystery Man 123456 warned him: [Clothes are too low pull them up]
He was so anxious he didn’t even use punctuation.
The fine hairs at Qi En’s hairline on the back of his neck stood up in tension. He jerked his head down—
What? Nothing is showing.
Distracted, his grip on the hem of the skirt loosened. The fabric, which had been stretched taut, snapped back instantly.
The skirt band slapped against his stomach, causing him to let out a muffled grunt.
Suddenly, he felt a draft.
“What the… wait for me…”
He scrambled to adjust his clothes, sparing a glance at the screen to check if he had flashed anything.
In that glance, he saw the colorful floating comment sent by D:
[Why so shy? Is it because you aren’t wearing panties?]
The blush on Qi En became increasingly obvious, spreading until even his collarbones were dyed a faint pink.
He looked like a cloud soaked in the glow of sunset, radiating a warm and helpless sweetness.
“I… I am wearing them…”
The defense was incredibly weak, overshadowed by embarrassment.
Qi En didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
“I’m not streaming anymore. I want to get off.”
“…How do I close the stream?”
He stammered, searching for the button.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the webcam atop the monitor. Subconsciously, he reached out clumsily to block it.
As he raised his hand, his lotus-root-like arm, his soft, tender underarm, and a patch of creamy whiteness just below the armpit were all exposed.
But sitting down, he couldn’t reach the camera.
He had to stand up slightly to push the camera lens down.
By the time he finished and sat back down, the screen had already gone black.
Two lines of white text appeared in the center:
[Livestream content violated community guidelines. Current stream has been interrupted.]
[Streamers are requested to abide by the Clean Zone regulations and mind the scale of content. To adjust stream content, please select a different category.]
The comments on the left were still frozen from before the stream cut off. Qi En read a few:
[Ahhhhhh it really is a skirt!]
[Let me smash!]
[Ah, so close!]
[Did anyone screen record? Will pay.]
[I’ll send a Carnival. Mail the skirt to me after the stream. Don’t wash it.]
[Wifey is too thin, needs to eat more.]
W-What is all this?!
Qi En sat there, stunned, unable to speak for a long time.
Slowly, he leaned forward, hunching his back, and buried his face in his hands.
“Was I recorded?”
“But I was already being so careful, it wasn’t on purpose…”
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