Chapter 93: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 10)

Shen Ke didn’t know what was happening outside. At that moment, she was in the bathroom, preparing to take a shower.

Now that she had calmed down, Shen Ke realized her body felt sticky and uncomfortable.

First, she took off the Jade Buddha from around her neck and placed it on the sink. Then, she stripped off her clothes.

Hot water poured down, pattering against her skin and washing away the grime, warming her body.

Mist gradually filled the space, steam swirling thickly. In the haze, Shen Ke felt something was off.

The water wasn’t that hot, but the mist grew heavier and heavier, blurring her vision.

Suddenly, icy fingers gripped her ankle. In an instant, a chill spread through Shen Ke’s limbs.

Shen Ke stiffly lowered her head, but there was nothing underfoot. Her voice trembled slightly. “Song Lan?”

No one answered.

But that icy touch slowly crept up from her ankle. She could see her skin indenting, as if pressed down by hands.

The steam thickened at some point, squeezing the air inch by inch.

A damp, sticky sensation spread to her thighs. Shen Ke opened her mouth to scream, but it felt like something blocked her throat, preventing any sound.

Shen Ke panicked and looked toward the bathroom door, only to find it had vanished.

Terrified, Shen Ke collapsed to the floor, tears streaming silently.

Had she encountered another ghost?

Her entire body flushed red from the hot steam, sitting naked on the ground like a shelled lychee, waiting to be savored.

Her foot lifted, toes sinking into a cold, wet space. An icy, slippery, soft sensation roamed over her toes relentlessly.

A strange feeling slowly spread through her body.

“Wu wu—” Shen Ke whimpered, but the rushing hot water drowned out her cries on the floor.

Her hair was drenched, making her look disheveled and pitiful. Her helpless appearance could stir deep desires in anyone.

No one who saw Shen Ke like this could hold back.

A figure gradually appeared in Shen Ke’s vision. It was Song Lan.

Shen Ke didn’t feel her fear lessen much. The Song Lan before her had no whites in her eyes. This was Song Lan’s Second Personality.

The bad one.

Song Lan licked and nibbled at Shen Ke’s jade-like, snow-white toes, which carried the fragrance of body wash. Her pitch-black eyes stared fixedly at Shen Ke.

She watched her trembling long lashes, pursed red lips, heaving chest, and tense waist and abdomen.

Song Lan wasn’t fully overtaken by her ghostly nature. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She just didn’t want to suppress her impulses.

Shen Ke deserved punishment. Why let someone else’s marks linger on her body?

She would cover those traces from head to toe.

Song Lan vanished from sight, lifted Shen Ke’s feet, and kissed the exquisitely perfect snow-white insteps. She started from the feet.

Shen Ke lost sight of Song Lan again. She couldn’t see her, only feel her body being licked.

Not a single spot was spared.

Shen Ke’s face flushed completely, her body trembling—not from fear, but from pleasure.

Her condition seemed to be worsening. She should have been scared, but it felt too good, diluting the fear.

Shen Ke lay powerlessly on the hard floor, hot water occasionally trickling over her body.

She loved being touched so much.

Shen Ke didn’t even want to struggle, her whole body melting like a puddle.

She let herself sink into the sensation.

After an unknown time, Song Lan’s figure reappeared in Shen Ke’s vision.

Song Lan’s peach-blossom eyes, now clear black and white, widened in surprise at Shen Ke’s state. Her fine brows furrowed as she scooped Shen Ke up from the floor, looking furious. “Little Sister Shen Ke, who did this to you!”

Shen Ke’s hands lightly clutched Song Lan’s collar, fully indulging her condition.

Why suppress it? Being touched felt so good. She liked being pressed close to others.

Shen Ke buried her face in the crook of Song Lan’s neck, her voice a little hoarse. “It was your Second Personality.”

Song Lan’s brow arched slightly. Shen Ke really knew how to make excuses for her.

She sighed leisurely. “I’m sorry, Little Sister Shen Ke. I couldn’t control her.”

Shen Ke didn’t reply. Actually, this Second Personality was a bit different from the first time.

It wasn’t so scary. She didn’t feel like she was about to be devoured—just toyed with.

Her feet, fingers, breasts, and more had all been played with thoroughly.

Shen Ke’s cheeks burned red, her toes curling tightly. Shame and annoyance flooded her heart.

Was that Second Personality a pervert?! Biting her toes— so weird!

Having someone serve her was nice, but when Song Lan wiped her body, she kept brushing against sensitive spots, intentionally or not.

They were swollen, so extra sensitive.

Song Lan played the good girl so well that Shen Ke didn’t notice anything wrong. When it happened again, Shen Ke swatted Song Lan’s hand away, her tone fierce. “I’ll do it myself.”

Her strength gradually returned. Shen Ke dressed and began questioning Song Lan. “Where did you go! You were gone so long, you almost got me scared to death by a ghost!”

Song Lan curved her charming peach-blossom eyes and cooed patiently. “I went to check on my savings.”

Shen Ke huffed disdainfully. “Don’t bother. Looking at you, you probably don’t have much anyway.”

“Stick with me from now on. I’m a big streamer now. You can be my stream room admin. I’ll let you touch me whenever you want.” Shen Ke spoke boldly as Song Lan dried her damp long hair. “Sure, sure. If Little Sister Shen Ke says so, of course I’ll listen.”

As if. She didn’t want Shen Ke to keep being a suggestive streamer. It would attract all sorts of perverts.

Like that woman full of murderous aura.

A living person, yet able to block her yin-ghost energy.

Shen Ke noticed her bangs had grown too long and were poking her eyes. Frowning unhappily, she got up, went to the desk, and grabbed scissors.

Song Lan had just wondered what Shen Ke was doing when snip—Shen Ke chopped her bangs short.

Now short, they no longer hid her exquisite brows and eyes.

Beautiful brow shape, bright eyes, slightly upturned at the corners with a perky, charming arc. Small nose, small chin—like a cat.

Adorably lethal.

With clear vision now, Shen Ke bossily ordered Song Lan. “Alright, come blow-dry my hair.”

Song Lan’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Little Sister Shen Ke is so skilled. She can even cut her own hair.”

Shen Ke pouted. “I’m not an idiot. Of course I can cut my own hair.”

Yu Zhi visited several Taoist temples, but the priests couldn’t detect anything. That alone confirmed they couldn’t deal with that ghost.

She had only come for a vacation anyway.

Yu Zhi stood on the balcony, lit a cigarette, and took a drag. The swirling smoke obscured her face, but her eyes were deeper than the night.

Cold and devoid of any human emotion.

Killing intent spread in those pupils. Yu Zhi bit the filter lightly, lowering her lids so her long lashes veiled her eyes, hiding all emotion from prying eyes.

Time reached ten o’clock.

Shen Ke started her stream again. Luckily, the marks from Song Lan’s Second Personality weren’t severe and faded by evening.

Shen Ke wore a maid outfit today—not too revealing.

—Baby looks so cute today! Maid outfit!

—Kisses for KK!

—Baby didn’t stream last night. I missed you!

Shen Ke read the comments in her sweet, soft voice. “Sorry, sisters. I had something last night, so I took a break.”

“Here are some kisses for you sisters. Don’t be mad, okay?”

She leaned into the camera, puckered her lips, and made several “mwah mwah” sounds.

—Okay okay! Not mad!

—So fragrant, kisses!

[f gifted a Carnival. What is KK doing tonight?]

More money rolled in. Shen Ke’s eyes crinkled with a smile, delighted. “I don’t know what to do tonight either.”

“Any ideas from you sisters?”

The barrage exploded, comments flooding densely.

—Dance! I love watching KK dance!

—KK, play games with Big Sis Shi!

—Panting! I like that!

—KK, perform putting on stockings for me.

As soon as that comment appeared, the barrage quieted, then erupted in unison: “Put on stockings!”

[Anonymous gifted a rocket. Put on stockings!]

[Little Girl gifted a rocket. Put on stockings!]

[Blue Sky White Clouds gifted a sports car. Put on stockings!]

Shen Ke frowned slightly. What was so great about putting on socks?

Song Lan beside her wasn’t pleased. Shen Ke’s feet and legs were so beautiful—how could she let these people see?

Song Lan blurted out, “No.” She didn’t hide her voice, letting the stream viewers hear clearly.

The comments blew up.

—KK! There’s another woman in your room!

—No way! Who are you to control KK!

—Damn, I’m jealous you get to see KK up close!

Meanwhile, Fu Enshi sat at her computer, ears turning red at the thought of what KK would do next.

Phone screen was too small; computer was clearer.

She didn’t miss the other voice in KK’s stream room, but so what? KK said she had no partner.

Probably an assistant or something.

That’s what Fu Enshi thought, and sure enough, KK said the same in the stream.

“This is my assistant. Don’t be mad, everyone.”

Shen Ke shot Song Lan a fierce glare and mouthed, Get the black stockings I bought.

Song Lan glanced at the stream, solidified her form, fetched the stockings, and entered frame fully. She placed her fingers on the desk and lowered her voice. “KK, let me put them on for you.”

Before Shen Ke could refuse, her throat clogged again. Now Shen Ke knew it was Song Lan’s doing.

Song Lan adjusted the camera to show only from Shen Ke’s neck down. She knelt on one knee, long hair draping to fully obscure her face—she didn’t care if anyone saw.

Maybe someone would recognize her.

The camera captured Shen Ke’s legs and Song Lan’s figure completely.

Song Lan grasped Shen Ke’s slender ankle.

Her long fingers encircled it fully. The contrast made that snow-white ankle look fragile, unable to break free no matter how she struggled.

Skin touching skin made Shen Ke’s toes curl slightly.

The tiny motion was faithfully broadcast to the viewers.

Shen Ke’s feet and legs were flawless.

Long, straight legs without an ounce of excess fat, even her knees a tender faint pink.

Her feet dainty and exquisite, toes lightly pinked. When curled, her instep arched seductively.

A pair of large hands gripped those feet firmly. As she helped with the stockings, those hands roamed the beautiful feet constantly.

Leaving faint pink traces.

Too erotic. It didn’t look like helping with stockings—more like foreplay.

Song Lan’s body temperature was like ice cubes. In the summer heat, the contact felt refreshing. Shen Ke felt good from the touches and couldn’t help humming.

Her feet stepped on Song Lan’s knee, urging. “Hurry up.”

Song Lan wore a lazy smile, her voice low and husky. “Don’t rush. Only halfway.”

Song Lan took it agonizingly slow, watching the jade-white leg flesh disappear inch by inch under black, desire peaking.

Song Lan’s cool hands kept touching her feet. Shen Ke’s cheeks reddened, body trembling faintly. She bit her lip, not wanting to make more embarrassing sounds.

But a little always slipped out when she spoke.

“Ah, why so slow.”

Shen Ke focused entirely on Song Lan putting on the stockings, missing the explicit barrage.

—She’s wet. Anyone check for me?

—So jealous of that assistant. I wanna play with KK’s legs too. So beautiful!

—Check for me!!! Expose KK, I want the good stuff!

—KK’s voice is too sexy. The assistant must be wet already, dying to pin KK down right now.

Fu Enshi stared fixedly at the stream, eyes red with envy. So being KK’s assistant meant putting stockings on her too.

Fu Enshi’s emotions surged, and the wound on her waist ached faintly. She clenched her fist tightly. Fu Enshi tsked. No matter. Just an assistant. She would squeeze this boost out.

Not only Fu Enshi watched the live stream. Yu Zhi did too.

She stood on the balcony for a long time, mottled light and shadows falling on her body. Half of her was submerged in the darkness.

“Mm, you done yet?” A coquettish and sweet voice rang out.

Yu Zhi stared at those long legs on the screen. Her face showed no expression. No one could discern her inner thoughts.

It turned out that Shen Ke didn’t just seduce the living. She also went after ghosts.

Who knew if Shen Ke had done it with that ghost.

This ghost was even more of an eyesore.