Chapter 87: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 4)

This time, Shen Ke’s cheeks flushed completely red-hot.

“It’s not—I—just, this isn’t—” She panicked to the point of incoherence.

How embarrassing. Her roommate had seen her in this outfit.

Shen Ke gripped the door handle tightly. She couldn’t close the door, nor could she leave it open.

Yu Zhi noticed Shen Ke’s embarrassment and said gently, “It’s fine, Miss Shen Ke. My colleagues wear clothes like this too.”

“I don’t feel uncomfortable at all.”

“Besides, we’re both women. You don’t need to worry about me seeing these things. Moreover, you look very beautiful.” Beyond the pure beauty, there was a desire that made one’s heart race.

The scant black semi-transparent fabric did nothing to hide the curves of her body. Her snow-white skin created a strong visual impact against the black.

Yu Zhi showed the polite smile she had practiced countless times. “Miss Shen Ke, you’re truly special.” If her assassination target had been Shen Ke, she might have given up.

Shen Ke lifted her face and stared at Yu Zhi. She confirmed there were no extraneous emotions on Yu Zhi’s face—only appreciation in those pitch-black eyes.

Just like when they first met: elegant and restrained, like an old noble. Even just standing there exuded poise.

Shen Ke couldn’t help but clasp her hands together, covering her exposed abdomen. The shy embarrassment on her face twisted into awkwardness. “Really… beautiful?”

Yu Zhi nodded. “Of course.” As she spoke, Yu Zhi reached out and gently smoothed Shen Ke’s disheveled hair. Her voice was light and airy, like a lover’s sweet whisper. “Beautiful enough that if you beckoned me with a finger, I’d hand over my entire savings.”

At those words, Shen Ke froze completely. Her cat-like eyes widened, her red lips parted slightly, with a small nose and small chin on her small face. She truly resembled a precious ragdoll cat.

Yu Zhi lowered her long lashes and suddenly felt a sharp pain in the hand touching Shen Ke, as if something sharp and icy had pierced through her palm.

Yu Zhi’s expression didn’t change at all. She even slowly moved her hand to gently touch Shen Ke’s moist cheek. The moment their skin met, a bone-crushing pain spread from her finger bones throughout her entire arm.

“Are you hurting somewhere? You look like you cried very sadly.”

Shen Ke hadn’t expected Yu Zhi to touch her proactively. Her body’s reaction was faster than her brain’s—she nuzzled against Yu Zhi’s finger.

That tiny movement made Yu Zhi quickly withdraw her hand.

This wasn’t good. Was it deliberate or unconscious? She felt like she’d just been seduced—her heart trembled lightly. Moreover, something unknown was making her arm increasingly uncomfortable.

Yu Zhi’s gaze fixed on the empty space behind Shen Ke. From the beginning until now, she had felt a line of sight on her—and it was anything but friendly.

Though no one else was there besides Shen Ke, Yu Zhi always trusted her perceptions.

“Sorry, Miss Shen Ke. I didn’t mean to touch you.”

Yu Zhi was polite, knew her limits, took initiative to cook, and was good-looking. In their short time together, Shen Ke had already developed a filter for her.

Though she didn’t like others touching her—because it caused strange reactions—if she told Yu Zhi about her condition, Yu Zhi would surely understand and not show any odd expressions.

Shen Ke reached out and tugged Yu Zhi’s hem, bringing them even closer. So close that if Yu Zhi shifted her gaze down slightly, she could see Shen Ke’s entire chest clearly.

The tip of her nose could also catch the pleasant scent from Shen Ke’s body.

Shen Ke stammered, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, crumpling Yu Zhi’s hem.

“Yu Zhi, I—I’m just—uh—” Midway through, Shen Ke felt her throat blocked by something, rendering her speechless.

The hands she had extended were also pulled backward by some force.

Unseen by anyone, the black miasma around Song Lan, floating behind Shen Ke, had nearly solidified.

She manipulated the ghostly energy to pull Shen Ke away from this woman.

Song Lan was certain the baleful aura on Shen Ke came from the woman before her.

Pretending to be kind-hearted, yet surrounded by baleful aura so thick it was almost substantial. No one could accumulate that without killing countless people.

Very dangerous.

The saying that ghosts fear the wicked was no joke.

People with heavy baleful aura kept little ghosts at bay; even fierce ghosts wouldn’t provoke them.

Yu Zhi couldn’t see Song Lan, but she saw Shen Ke’s shocked expression and the red marks appearing on her wrist, as if someone had forcibly yanked her.

Shen Ke’s door slammed shut right in front of Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi’s eyes flashed. It seemed Shen Ke was hiding some little secrets.

Because of Yu Zhi’s arrival, Shen Ke hadn’t thrown out the Jade Buddha. And because of Song Lan’s final intervention, she shut the door without even saying goodbye. She wondered if her appearance just now had seemed strange in Yu Zhi’s eyes.

New grudge on top of old hatred—Shen Ke angrily hurled the Jade Buddha to the ground and stomped on it. “Damn it! Song Lan, what was that for!”

Song Lan’s voice echoed in Shen Ke’s ears. “Shen Ke, that person is very dangerous. Don’t get too close to her.” A voice without a body—that described Song Lan perfectly.

Shen Ke huffed in anger, picked up the Jade Buddha, and smashed it against the wall with a thud. “I think you’re the dangerous one! You spent all my money!” This time, though, Shen Ke spoke much more softly. She was afraid of drawing Yu Zhi over again.

She had been a bit impulsive just now, nearly spilling her secret. Though Yu Zhi seemed like a good person now, they hadn’t known each other long. She couldn’t trust others too much.

“I’m throwing you out! You’re too naughty!” Shen Ke was still hung up on Song Lan spending her money. Thinking about it made her want to cry from anger.

Tears welled up in Shen Ke’s eyes again, making her look pitiful and aggrieved.

Song Lan tasted regret for the first time. She had provoked a crybaby.

Song Lan materialized, knelt spinelessly before Shen Ke, clasped her hands together, and looked up at her. “Shen Ke, I’m sorry. I really didn’t realize two thousand yuan meant so much to you. If I can recover my memories, I’ll give you all my assets.”

Shen Ke didn’t buy such pie-in-the-sky promises. She snorted coldly, sat on the bed, and looked down at Song Lan imperiously. “I don’t care. You said you’d make me money tonight. If not, I’ll throw you out.”

Facing the kneeling Song Lan, Shen Ke’s expression was cold and proud, but her reddened eye tails made her look alluring, like she was bluffing.

She clearly lacked strength, yet put on an attitude of “I’m fierce, don’t mess with me.”

And she was wearing that scant, thin erotic lingerie.

From Song Lan’s angle, it was incredibly erotic.

Moreover, Song Lan knew that with one touch, Shen Ke would blush and melt into a puddle.

Song Lan narrowed her peach-blossom eyes and guaranteed toward Shen Ke, “Of course.”

At eleven at night, it was adult time.

Shen Ke wore a black low-cut tight miniskirt and sat quietly in front of the camera.

Her overly long bangs were clipped aside by Song Lan with a hair clip, revealing her entire pretty face.

Shen Ke thought Song Lan wanted her to show her full face, but Song Lan said only the chin and mouth.

Song Lan had her own little scheme. Letting them see the mouth was already a huge reward.

Shen Ke felt a bit nervous. This was her first time facing the live stream camera like this. The stream had started, but she hadn’t turned on the camera yet, so the room was pitch black.

Before going live, Song Lan had told her to show off her body curves as much as possible. Sometimes, just posing seductively while sitting drew viewers.

“Song Lan, is it okay?”

Song Lan held Shen Ke’s phone and entered the live stream room. She nodded. “It’s good.”

The moment the camera turned on, Shen Ke appeared on the small screen. Her red lips were visible, and the black tight skirt perfectly hugged her body, making those curves even clearer. It was impossible to look away.

Anyone seeing this would inevitably stop in their tracks.

Her red lips parted slightly, and a sweet, cloying voice emerged from them. “Hello everyone, I’m KK. Welcome to my live stream room.”

“Next, let’s play some little games with kk.”

The deliberately soft and sweet voice was enticing without being cloying.

Shen Ke opened Fight the Landlord and started playing, complaining along the way about how bad her skills were. Her sweet tone softened people’s hearts.

At that moment, the viewers in the live stream room were growing at a terrifying rate.

—Who gets it? Drawn in by the thumbnail, can’t leave now.

—KK? I’ve seen this streamer before, wearing a mask, long sleeves and pants, claiming to do edgy dances but super stiff. Turns out her figure is this good!

—Wow! Streamer’s voice is so cute! Say more!

[San Hua gifted an airplane. Streamer, call me sister.]

The reward effects were dazzling. An airplane was worth a thousand yuan. Even after the platform’s cut, she got five hundred. Shen Ke’s heart leaped with joy. In a sweet, honeyed voice, she said, “Thank you, Sister San Hua, for the big airplane. Muah.” She pursed her lips and blew a kiss at the screen.

It felt like you could smell the fragrance through the screen.

Shen Ke had studied other streamers. She couldn’t do cool dances or flirt expertly, so she leaned into the sexy streamer route.

She had memorized lots of coquettish lines.

[San Hua gifted an airplane. So fragrant!]

[I Love Sweet Girl gifted a sports car. Me too!]

[Don’t Eat Fish with Thorns gifted an airplane. kk, kiss me!]

—What’s going on! I’m so jealous!

—My living expenses for the month are gone, or I’d want a kiss too!

—Does kk have any games to play with everyone?

The screen flooded with reward effects, making Shen Ke’s head spin. She couldn’t believe so many people had tipped in such a short time.

Shen Ke unconsciously curved her lips into a small smile.

The camera captured that smile too.

—Oh my god! Little kk has a pair of pointy little tiger teeth! So obedient! Like a little kitty.

—Never thought I’d be mesmerized watching someone’s mouth. Looks so plump, must be great to kiss.

Shen Ke saw that comment. She pressed her finger to her lips, then stuck out her tongue and licked them lightly. “Not that great to kiss, right?”

The barrage went eerily quiet, then exploded.

—Damn! Almost forgot what app this is! This is what we big girls should watch!

—Wet! Baby, gonna take responsibility? Baby’s fingers are so long, wanna sit on them.

—Such blatant seduction—even my iron will can’t hold.

Compared to other streams, Shen Ke’s was quite conservative.

Her clothes were tight but not overly revealing. She didn’t even do basic hip sways—just sat obediently playing games.

[Grape Jelly gifted a yacht. Baby, can you dance? Even just wiggle a bit.]

A yacht was worth five thousand. Shen Ke’s eyes lit up even more. Who could’ve thought she’d earn so much in such a short time!

Song Lan beside her stopped her. “No dancing.”

But Shen Ke, having tasted success, ignored Song Lan. She stood up, backed away a bit.

She got her whole body and thighs into frame, then gently swayed her waist and hips. The arc was small.

But the skirt hugged her beautiful waist and hips perfectly, making even the slight movement crystal clear.

That short segment of fair thigh swayed too, burning viewers’ eyes.

“Sister Grape Jelly, like this?”

The sweet soft voice, perfect figure, and raw yet exceptionally sexy dance moves.

—Soaked through. kk, I wanna check your water meter.

—Seen tons of edgy streams, but none ever turned me into a dog like this. Wanna stick my butt out for kk to spank.

—From now on, I’m kk’s diehard fan!

—Baby, 500k for continuous? I own four companies, over 100 million in savings, several properties. Begging for continuous.

These barrages made Song Lan frown deeply, her roguish expression vanishing completely.

Glancing at Shen Ke, who was dancing with great enthusiasm, a wave of irritation surged in Song Lan’s heart.

Damn it. She shouldn’t have come up with this rotten idea.

Song Lan floated next to Shen Ke, pretending nonchalance. “Shen Ke, stop dancing. Your panties are about to show.”

Shen Ke glared at Song Lan and mouthed at her, “Don’t nag. You’re disturbing my money-making.”

Shen Ke had already stopped being angry at Song Lan after earning so much money.

Thanks to the clothes Song Lan bought her, she discovered that simply changing outfits could create such a huge difference.

Shen Ke smugly hummed twice and reached out to slightly lift the hem of her skirt.

Song Lan immediately pressed her hand down on Shen Ke’s to stop her from continuing.

The sudden skin contact caught Shen Ke off guard, making her gasp in surprise.

Her body pitched forward involuntarily, her hands bracing against the table.

Song Lan was fuming inside and momentarily forgot about Shen Ke’s illness. She leaned over Shen Ke and pinned her bare arms with both hands, displeased. “Dancing like that was already too much. Why lift your skirt?” It was just a few thousand bucks, and Shen Ke was already pulling those moves.

If it were tens of thousands, wouldn’t she be able to sleep with Shen Ke?

The thought alone filled Song Lan’s mind with such scenes, her anger rising bit by bit. “Shen Ke, you can’t be that casual.”

The spots where Shen Ke had been touched erupted in goosebumps, flushed bright red.

Song Lan had no weight, but Shen Ke’s waist went soft anyway, her elbows propping her up on the table.

The fair skin of her chest and her elegant collarbones were magnified in the camera lens.

“Urgh, don’t.”

Even this ambiguous sound was clearly captured by the microphone.

[Delicious Oreo gifted a yacht.]

[I Am Big Cockroach gifted a plane.]

[Good Looking Love Watching gifted a luxury villa.]

—Ahhh, how can the streamer be so lewd! I’m seriously gonna jerk off!

—So seductive, how’d the streamer suddenly get like this? It’s like she just orgasmed or something.

—Anywhere else and I’d worry about getting banned, but this is Rose! Bring on more!

The flood of gifts and comments made Shen Ke realize this was the real way to make money.

She stopped struggling. No one else could see Song Lan—only she could. Staring at the screen full of gifts, Shen Ke twisted her head and whispered in Song Lan’s ear, “Song Lan, t-touch me more.”

Shen Ke didn’t hide her greed for money at all, and Song Lan immediately understood what she was after.

Song Lan curled her lips into a smile that held no mirth. “Sure.”

“But not right now. If you give in this quickly, the viewers will just get more dissatisfied.”

“You okay with doing it right in front of them later?”

Shen Ke thought it over carefully and realized Song Lan was right, so she shook her head.

Song Lan murmured softly, “Shen Ke, if you want it, just call for me.” With that, she pulled away from Shen Ke, her form gradually shrouded in black mist.

It really pissed her off—she hated seeing Shen Ke twisting her hips and swaying in front of those people.

But she couldn’t stop her either; she had no money to give Shen Ke. Back then, she hadn’t thought it through and suggested streaming on a whim. If she’d known it would end up like this, she would’ve done anything to talk Shen Ke out of it.

In a short time, Shen Ke’s livestream room was bombarded with gifts, rocketing straight to the homepage.

Even more people clicked in.