Chapter 86: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 3)

Shen Ke had no job and no money. Fortunately, she hated hard labor and had no intention of tiring herself out, so she chose to become a streamer.

But she wasn’t good at games and had no talents, so she could only become a suggestive streamer. Even that was difficult for her—her movements were so uncoordinated!!!

Now she was the only one left at home. Shen Ke lay on the sofa watching Rose. There were cool, handsome types dancing in sharp suits, and fiery ones dancing in tight miniskirts.

As an app made specifically for adult women, the content pushed boundaries hard.

“I’m dancing like that too. Why doesn’t anyone watch me?”

“Because you dance too stiffly.”

The sudden voice startled Shen Ke. Realizing it was Song Lan, she immediately looked to the side.

Sure enough, Song Lan had appeared out of nowhere and was sitting right above her head.

Shen Ke rolled over, her tone impatient. “Can’t you stop popping up like that?”

Song Lan stretched out her limbs and yawned lazily. “I just woke up.” Then she reached out, gently stroking Shen Ke’s hair and brushing away the lingering baleful aura on it.

Song Lan’s gaze subtly scanned the surroundings. Ever since staying in the Jade Buddha, she had sensed a faint trace of baleful qi.

Such heavy bloodlust—it must have built up from killing countless people.

“Shen Ke, who did you come into contact with this morning?” Only close contact would leave behind someone else’s aura like that.

Shen Ke answered casually, “My roommate.”

As she spoke, the doorbell suddenly rang.

A voice came from outside the door. “Hello, delivery for you. Is Ms. Shen home?”

Shen Ke immediately went on high alert. She hadn’t ordered anything recently. Could it be that serial killer she’d encountered?

Song Lan wasn’t wary at all. She solidified her form and walked forward to open the door.

Shen Ke hurried over and grabbed Song Lan’s clothes, threatening fiercely, “Don’t open it! There might be a bad guy outside.”

Song Lan turned back, her gaze lingering on Shen Ke’s slightly pursed lips. She suddenly smiled, then clicked the door open.

Shen Ke’s body tensed up instantly, her eyes sharp as she stared at the doorway.

Fortunately, it really was just a delivery guy.

Song Lan signed for the package with a smile, gave the delivery boy a once-over, and said, “Make sure to take extra water with you when you get off work tonight.”

The delivery boy looked baffled.

Song Lan closed the door and handed the package to Shen Ke.

Shen Ke was a bit angry. “How could you just open the door for a stranger? Don’t you know there’s a serial killer on the loose? It’s dangerous!”

“Are you an idiot? I told you not to open it! I’m so mad!” It was clear she was truly furious about Song Lan opening the door.

Song Lan set the package on the ground and reached out to take Shen Ke’s hand.

The moment their skin touched, Shen Ke’s chattering mouth snapped shut.

Song Lan’s lips curved up slightly. She knew Shen Ke had zero resistance to this kind of contact.

Shen Ke’s lashes trembled. She parted her red lips, her cheeks flushed, as if even her words carried heat. “Song Lan, aren’t you a ghost? How can you act so much like a living person?” She could touch her, feel her, see her—it was just like a living person, except for the icy cold body.

Song Lan leaned close to Shen Ke and blew a puff of cold air into her ear. “Of course, because I’m too strong.” Staring at the white earlobe turning pink before her eyes, Song Lan felt a strange desire surging inside her—the urge to devour the person whole.

She let go of Shen Ke and picked up the package, heading into Shen Ke’s room.

“Come check this out. These are the good things I bought for you. Wear them for tonight’s stream.”

Hearing that Song Lan had bought them for her, Shen Ke immediately focused on the package.

Shen Ke frowned. “You bought this with my money?”

Song Lan turned back with a mysterious smile at Shen Ke. “You’ll find out in a bit.”

Sure enough, Shen Ke soon found out.

Staring at the deduction notice on her phone, Shen Ke’s anger skyrocketed. “Song Lan!!!” It had charged her a full two thousand bucks.

She had been planning to save up for a trip.

Suddenly, Shen Ke felt both angry and wronged. Her nose stung, and tears began welling up in her eyes.

Song Lan had her back to Shen Ke and didn’t notice at all. She was excitedly opening the package.

She had ordered from the same place with next-day delivery, so it arrived fast.

“With these, your streaming career is sure to take off.”

Song Lan thought Shen Ke would come over eagerly, but after waiting a while with no response, she turned around. Shen Ke was standing at the doorway with her head down, like a wooden statue, not sure what she was doing.

Song Lan floated over and asked, “Shen Ke, aren’t you going to take a look?”

Drip. A crystal-clear teardrop fell right in front of Song Lan’s eyes.

Song Lan froze. Was she… crying?

“Little sister Shen Ke, what’s wrong?”

At those words, Shen Ke jerked her head up and yelled furiously, “How dare you ask what’s wrong!” But her voice trembled, making her sound utterly pitiful.

Shen Ke seemed to realize she didn’t sound fierce enough. She took off her glasses, threw them at Song Lan, and started wiping away her tears nonstop. “It’s all your fault! My money… waa, all my money’s gone in one go!”

Song Lan stared at Shen Ke’s flushed cheeks and glistening tears. Strange emotions surged in her heart, and her reason slowly faded.

Shen Ke cried her heart out, oblivious to how Song Lan’s clear black-and-white eyes gradually turned pitch black.

“Compensate me! You have to compensate me!” Tears fell in big drops, leaving Shen Ke’s cheeks soaked.

Song Lan said lowly, “Fine, I’ll compensate you. Go to the bed first.”

Shen Ke’s eyes brimmed with tears, her vision blurry. She kicked Song Lan’s leg hard, then stormed toward the bed, threatening fiercely as she went, “If you don’t compensate me, I’ll find a Daoist to exorcise you!”

Shen Ke had just reached the bed when a chilling aura enveloped her from behind. She felt no weight, but her wrist was gripped tightly, pulling her whole body down onto the bed.

Shen Ke froze. Her skin was suddenly touched, and a strange sensation spread from her wrist throughout her body. Her body began to go limp.

“S-Song Lan, what are you doing!”

“Urgh, ahh—” Her nape was bitten without warning, making Shen Ke cry out in a voice so coquettish it was embarrassing.

She couldn’t stand being touched at all.

A flush rapidly spread from her cheeks across her entire body.

“Song Lan—” Her crying voice kept calling out that name.

Song Lan stared at the trembling body beneath her, licked her lips, and controlled Shen Ke to flip over, facing her.

Shen Ke’s bangs had parted completely, revealing her exquisite, delicate brows and eyes.

Her thick black lashes made her eyes look like they’d been lined perfectly, and the upturned corners added a seductive charm.

Whether from crying or something else, her cheeks glowed with a pretty pink, looking both delicate and erotic.

Shen Ke couldn’t see Song Lan, only the snow-white ceiling. But her body could feel it clearly.

Song Lan was touching her.

Cold fingers slid from her cheek down her neck, then tightened slightly.

Shen Ke felt it all. The large areas of skin contact made her tremble violently.

She was terrified.

Was Song Lan going to kill her? Just because she demanded compensation?

But because of her strange condition, she also craved more touches from Song Lan, wanted even more.

The conflicting emotions made Shen Ke cry harder, tears streaming endlessly. “S-Song Lan, don’t kill me. I don’t want compensation anymore.”

The temperature around her had dropped to freezing at some point. It was summer, but Shen Ke felt terribly cold now.

Song Lan didn’t answer. Though she released Shen Ke’s neck, one icy hand slipped under her clothes.

Shen Ke’s eyes flew wide open. Her red lips parted unnaturally—not by her will, but because Song Lan had slid fingers into her mouth, forcing it open as her tongue was toyed with.

Shen Ke clenched her fists tight, ambiguous sounds escaping her throat.

She must look so weird right now. If anyone looked down at her, they’d see her tongue being pressed in her mouth, and her clothes bulging and dipping.

With Song Lan’s touches, Shen Ke’s heart raced wildly. Her mind grew chaotic, her gaze scattered, her whole body flushed red.

“Mmph, urgh—”

She couldn’t resist at all.

Her clothes and pants were stripped off at some point, followed by even more extensive skin contact.

The moment she was pulled into an embrace, Shen Ke let out a sharp cry, her toes splaying wide.

It felt too good.

Completely bare skin against another person’s.

Song Lan’s somewhat obsessed voice rang in her ear. “I need a living person’s vital energy. Don’t refuse me.”

Shen Ke’s body was limp and listless. She couldn’t refuse—in fact, deep down, she craved even more outrageous touches from Song Lan.

An indescribable sensation enveloped Shen Ke completely. Her chest heaved dramatically, sweat beading densely on her forehead.

Then something even more unacceptable happened.

The weird clothes Song Lan had bought floated into the air, grasped by invisible hands, and began dressing her.

First came a pair of black garter stockings with no fabric in the middle, then a semi-transparent deep V camisole with cutouts at the waist.

Song Lan’s laughter was filled with delight. “They suit you perfectly. Just stay like this and let me devour you.”

But she never showed her form the whole time, making it look like Shen Ke was playing with herself.

In this situation, the word “devour” inevitably evoked ambiguous images for Shen Ke. Yet she was also terrified, because she was facing a ghost.

Shen Ke covered her face in fear. “Don’t devour me.” Her soft flesh jiggled with subtle ripples from her trembling, even the red peaks swaying along. A layer of semi-sheer black fabric covered them, offering little concealment—instead, the half-hidden look was intensely erotic.

Shen Ke had no idea what she looked like, just blindly covering her face, as if that would save her.

But the hands blocking her face were roughly pulled away, exposing Shen Ke’s tear-streaked, beautiful face fully to the room’s light.

Red lips, enchanting eyes—a face born pretty, even more vivid when crying. Song Lan’s face showed obsession, though no one could see it, not even Shen Ke.

Song Lan lowered her head, her tongue tip licking away the tears on Shen Ke’s face bit by bit.

Shen Ke’s breathing quickened. Song Lan’s tongue was ice-cold yet soft, gliding over her cheeks and bringing shivers of pleasure.

Caught between pleasure and fear, Shen Ke cried helplessly. Her nose and chin reddened too, crying so pitifully.

Anyone who saw her would melt completely.

But Song Lan didn’t let her go. Her scarlet tongue roamed Shen Ke’s cheeks nonstop, the salty tears entering her mouth, mixed with a trace of vital energy.

This was what ghosts craved most—the aura of the living.

Not enough, need more—

The desire in Song Lan’s heart screamed for her to swallow the person before her whole.

Skin, bones, blood, flesh.

Twisted, mad thoughts overtook her mind.

Song Lan gradually materialized, her pitch-black eyes surrounded by swirling black mist, looking utterly eerie and terrifying.

Song Lan propped herself up, withdrew her tongue, and stared straight at Shen Ke with her all-black eyes, like appraising prey.

Song Lan bared her teeth, her mouth a vivid scarlet. “Devour you.”

Only now did Shen Ke truly feel that Song Lan was a ghost.

But this Song Lan was different, like she had lost all reason.

Shen Ke’s body had no strength left. She could only watch as Song Lan drew closer.

Terrified, Shen Ke squeezed her eyes shut, her lashes quivering. She looked utterly scared.

First, her lips were captured. A cold tongue invaded the warm cavity, coiling around hers like a snake.

Shen Ke’s toes and fingers curled up tight. It felt too good—she wanted more skin contact.

Vast amounts of vital energy overflowed from Shen Ke’s mouth, absorbed by Song Lan. Gradually, Song Lan’s eyes returned to black-and-white clarity. Realizing her situation, she narrowed her peach blossom eyes.

Sensing the vital energy inside her, Song Lan pressed Shen Ke’s shoulders and pushed her away.

She had just lost control, mindlessly taking a living person’s vital energy.

But that only happened to low-level malevolent ghosts.

Shen Ke’s body was utterly soft. She let Song Lan do whatever she wanted.

She was pushed against the headboard and leaned back. Her red lips were swollen, her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears, and her chest heaved with each breath.

Shen Ke felt utterly comfortable from the kiss. A hint of seductive charm appeared at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, making her look extremely dainty and pretty.

Staring into Song Lan’s clear black-and-white peach blossom eyes, some of the fear in Shen Ke’s heart dissipated.

She had figured it out—Song Lan, this ghost, had a second personality!

The pitch-black, domineering eyes from moments ago definitely belonged to the second personality.

Now, this was the first personality.

Shen Ke bit her own lip and glared angrily at Song Lan. “You—you still claim you’re not a pervert! Not only are you a pervert, you’re also a detestable ghost who blows through other people’s money!” But with her eyes brimming with lust, her glare looked more like a coquettish glance, utterly captivating.

Her voice, altered by the kiss, came out soft and coquettish with a sticky nasal tone and a hint of sobbing. It stirred pity and ignited even more wicked thoughts in the heart.

Shen Ke pointed at the clothes she was wearing. “Look at this yourself! These are the slutty clothes you made me wear!”

Song Lan’s gaze followed Shen Ke’s finger. It first landed on the snow-white cleavage, then trailed down to her slender white waist, and finally to her long legs. The fishnet design divided the flesh of her legs into neat little sections, while the tops of the stockings featured black lace edges. A lace trim connected the long stockings to her shorts.

Even someone as shameless as Song Lan couldn’t help but blush at the sight of Shen Ke like this. Of course, being a ghost, she couldn’t show it even if she did.

Song Lan made a heart gesture toward Shen Ke. “I just wanted you to try them on and see if they looked good.”

Shen Ke grabbed a pillow and flung it at Song Lan, cursing angrily, “Do you have a second personality or what?!” The current Song Lan was completely different from the one from before.

Song Lan blinked, surprised that Shen Ke had even provided her with the perfect excuse. She had been wondering how to smooth things over.

Song Lan nodded solemnly. “You’ve found me out. I actually died from mental illness. The ghost who forced you to do all that just now? That was my second personality.”

Shen Ke was furious. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, but her temper had flared up. “I don’t care what personality it is—the matter of you blowing through my money isn’t over yet!”

Song Lan spread her hands innocently. “Tonight, I guarantee you’ll earn two thousand.”

The more Shen Ke looked at Song Lan, the angrier she got. She grabbed the jade buddha, intending to open the door and toss it out to punish Song Lan. But the moment she opened the door, she collided face-first with Yu Zhi, completely caught off guard.

The moment Yu Zhi got home, she heard the commotion from Shen Ke’s room.

After setting her things down, Yu Zhi approached Shen Ke’s door and raised her hand to knock—just as the door suddenly swung open.

Yu Zhi’s gaze landed faintly on Shen Ke, and she let out a soft chuckle. “Miss Shen Ke, so you like wearing clothes like this in private.”

“It’s very fitting for you. Just like the scent on your body—utterly captivating.”