Chapter 95: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 12)

Fu Enshi believed she was doing the right thing.

Although Shen Ke was soft, fragrant, and very pretty, she was a woman of principles.

Once she had someone she liked, she naturally had to reject any ambiguity.

With that thought, Fu Enshi’s mind cleared instantly. She said solemnly, “Shen Ke, do you understand?”

Shen Ke tilted up her flushed little face, staring at Fu Enshi.

Fu Enshi felt a bit at a loss. She thought she’d made herself clear, but why was Shen Ke looking at her with such affectionate eyes?

Fu Enshi let go of Shen Ke and awkwardly clasped her hands behind her back, her fingers clenched into fists.

In her mind, she tried hard to think of kk—kk’s alluring figure, sweet voice, and plump red lips.

Shen Ke let out a silent cold laugh and unceremoniously kicked Fu Enshi in the calf.

Fuming, she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Fu Enshi! Are you an idiot?!”

Fu Enshi winced in pain, not understanding why Shen Ke had kicked her—and so hard at that.

She’d only told Shen Ke not to misunderstand her, and she hadn’t said anything excessive.

Fu Enshi tsked, but instead of mocking Shen Ke coldly like before, she lowered her voice and muttered to herself, “Such a bad temper.”

Shen Ke’s eyes were puffy. Her earlier gloom had been chased away by anger at Fu Enshi.

She wasn’t upset anymore—just purely pissed.

Shen Ke wasn’t the type to endure things patiently. When she was mad, she had to vent.

She grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and started whacking Fu Enshi with it.

“I’ll let you hug me! But you won’t!”

“You’re so annoying! Do you know how many people want to hug me, but I won’t let them?!” Everyone in her livestream wanted to get close to her.

Damn Fu Enshi!

The pillow didn’t hurt, but Fu Enshi still blocked it with her arms.

Her voice took on a hint of chill. “Shen Ke! What are you doing? I bought you a little cake, and now you’re hitting me!”

Shen Ke scoffed twice, her brows and eyes brimming with fiery anger. Fu Enshi dared to talk back? Shen Ke tossed the pillow aside and started pummeling her with her hands.

“What’s wrong with hugging me? I was acting all cute, but you pushed me away and rejected me!”

Fu Enshi frowned. She wasn’t some weakling who wouldn’t fight back or talk back. She opened her mouth to retort, but then she saw Shen Ke’s reddened eyes, making her look all pitiful.

The words on the tip of Fu Enshi’s tongue were swallowed back down. As Shen Ke kept thumping her, Fu Enshi took a deep breath and grabbed Shen Ke’s wrists.

With her wrists held, Shen Ke couldn’t break free no matter how hard she struggled. Her cheeks flushed with rage as she snapped, “Fu Enshi! Let me go!”

Fu Enshi let out a light scoff. “No way. If I let go, you’ll hit me.”

Shen Ke puffed out her cheeks and started kicking at Fu Enshi with her feet.

Fu Enshi furrowed her brows slightly, then simply gripped Shen Ke’s wrists tighter and pinned her down on the sofa.

Straddling Shen Ke’s stomach, she looked down at the fuming girl and sneered, “Shen Ke, I want to get along with you, but I won’t tolerate this level of unreasonable tantrums.”

Shen Ke glared at her fiercely. “You’re the one being unreasonable first! You won’t hug me! You pushed me away!”

Fu Enshi said in a low voice, “Shen Ke, you’re too spoiled. You need some punishment.”

Fu Enshi released Shen Ke’s wrists and quickly grabbed her waist instead.

Shen Ke shuddered all over and scolded, “You little brat, what are you doing!”

Fu Enshi narrowed her eyes. Though Shen Ke was five years older, she seemed even more childish to her.

Fu Enshi’s brows arched slightly as her fingers began to move, tickling Shen Ke.

Shen Ke’s body went limp instantly, followed by uncontrollable laughter. “Hahaha, no—haha—stop!”

Shen Ke grabbed at Fu Enshi’s wrists, trying desperately to push her away, but Fu Enshi was much stronger. She couldn’t budge her.

Shen Ke laughed until it hurt, her body twitching uncontrollably, tears of laughter welling in her eyes.

“Haha—Fu—haha—Fu Enshi!”

“P-Please.”

Fu Enshi watched Shen Ke writhing and laughing beneath her, gradually slowing her movements.

Shen Ke’s cheeks were very red, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, her breathing heavy and ragged. Her tight little tank top had ridden up to her ribs from the struggling.

Shen Ke blinked her watery cat-like eyes at Fu Enshi, her voice hoarse. “Fu—Fu Enshi, please.”

In that instant, Fu Enshi’s breath hitched. She found Shen Ke far too tempting right now. With her arms spread above her head, the curves of her mature woman’s body were on full display—sexy and alluring.

Her lips were vividly red, cheeks flushed, misty eyes holding a hint of amusement. She was gorgeously overwhelming.

Boom—Fu Enshi’s mind went blank for a moment, empty of everything.

Shen Ke loved being touched. The tickling had already melted her body completely.

She couldn’t muster any anger anymore.

Shen Ke reached out with her pale arm, tugging Fu Enshi’s collar to pull her close, while her other hand hooked around Fu Enshi’s neck. Her voice carried a touch of weary fatigue. “Fu Enshi.” She was exhausted from laughing.

The distance wasn’t too close or too far—too ambiguous. Fu Enshi could smell Shen Ke’s fragrance, see the dazed look in her eyes. She swallowed hard, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

It was like she’d been seduced by a demon, drawn inexorably toward Shen Ke.

Fu Enshi’s body slowly descended, her gaze settling on Shen Ke’s lips, slightly parted, exhaling warmth.

Her heart pounded wildly, as if it might leap from her chest.

Suddenly, the arms around her neck tightened fiercely, and Fu Enshi’s face plunged unexpectedly into softness.

In that moment, Fu Enshi went completely limp. Her nose filled with Shen Ke’s sweet scent, a wave of heat surging from her soles to the top of her head.

Shen Ke pressed Fu Enshi against her chest, her legs clamping around Fu Enshi’s waist. Seeing her go still, Shen Ke smugly curled her lips. “Still dare to tickle me? Neck hurting yet?”

She’d used a lot of force.

After waiting a bit, Shen Ke realized Fu Enshi wasn’t struggling at all. She pursed her lips. Had something happened to her?

Shen Ke released her hold on Fu Enshi’s neck and pushed at her shoulders with both hands, shoving her away.

Fu Enshi’s limp body rolled off the sofa onto the floor with a thud.

Shen Ke sat up and looked down. Fu Enshi’s pupils were dilated, her face and neck flushed tomato-red.

Worse still, there was fresh blood trickling from Fu Enshi’s nostrils.

Shen Ke glanced at her own chest—yep, bloodstains there too.

Totally disgusted, she extended her foot to step on Fu Enshi’s chest, then slowly slid it up to her chin, kneading it gently like a cat might, mocking, “Still gonna reject me?”

Fu Enshi couldn’t speak; she felt like she was about to melt.

Shen Ke’s foot kept rubbing her chin. A little further, and it’d reach her mouth.

Seeing no response, Shen Ke stepped onto Fu Enshi’s lips. “Hm? Not answering?”

Fu Enshi’s mind was a total mess; she had no idea what she was doing. She just opened her mouth and took Shen Ke’s toe in, her tongue brushing lightly over it.

Shen Ke yanked her foot back and kicked Fu Enshi’s arm. “What are you doing!”

Fu Enshi stood up and slapped her forehead. What the hell—she’d actually sucked on Shen Ke’s foot? She always found feet gross.

Fu Enshi licked her lips and rasped, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Shen Ke waved her off. “Go ahead.”

She needed a shower too—the nosebleed had stained her chest and collar.

At ten o’clock that night, Shen Ke started her livestream.

—Baby’s outfit today is nosebleed-inducing!

—kk’s a succubus today! So tempting!

—Wanna lick baby all over!

Shen Ke was wearing a little devil costume: a black-and-red strapless leather crop top paired with ultra-short shorts, connected by two black leather straps across her midriff.

Exposing swathes of pale skin, it was sexy yet playfully cute—irresistibly alluring.

Shen Ke still used her signature cutesy voice, soft and sweet. Her fans had grown to over a million, and she got tons of gifts every day. She wasn’t short on cash anymore!

But no one ever complained about having too much money.

Shen Ke dangled the tail from her leather pants in front of the camera. “I’m a succubus today—super cute, right?” She turned around to show off her little wings. “And I’ve got these wings too.”

—Baby’s ass is so perky, wanna kiss it.

—Baby, I love you so much, you’re adorable.

—Baby, where’s the assistant lady?!

Noticing people already asking about Song Lan, Shen Ke cleared her throat lightly and clapped her hands.

Song Lan appeared on camera, dressed in a white shirt and slacks with a black silk ribbon.

—Holy shit! Why’s the assistant dressed like that?! What are you two about to do?!

—They match so well! Wait, the assistant’s this hot?! I’m starting to ship you two.

—Aaaah, baby has someone this gorgeous by her side? I’m done for!

The black ribbon covered Song Lan’s brows and nose bridge, adding a mysterious allure that made her look incredibly seductive.

Shen Ke adjusted the camera, beaming. “kk hit one million fans, so here’s some fan service to thank my big sis fans. Muah!”

She widened the shot, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

She’d seen this in other streams—something called “training,” super popular.

Song Lan was a ghost anyway; no worries about her getting mad.

Shen Ke crooked a finger at Song Lan, who stepped forward obediently and knelt before her.

Shen Ke lifted Song Lan’s chin with her foot, her tone soft. “Sisters, today’s show is training the little assistant.”

“Little pup, how should you address me?”

Feeling Shen Ke’s foot rubbing her chin, Song Lan rasped, “Mistress.”

Shen Ke had told her the script beforehand. She’d thought it sounded boring watching others do it.

But reality was way more intense than imagination. The blindfold didn’t block her vision at all; if anything, the hazy black veil made Shen Ke look even sexier.

Shen Ke smirked arrogantly and flicked a whip lightly against Song Lan’s shoulder. “Little pup, that call was no good. Try again.”

The chat exploded in a barrage.

—Aaaah, Mistress kk, whip me too!

—Damn, so seductive. kk, I love you!

[Today’s Good gave a hot air balloon. Keep going!]

[Moon Bay sent a rocket. Check it out now!]

[Get Rich Quick gifted a hot air balloon. Little assistant, check on Rich kk!]

[…]

The flood of gifts dazzled Shen Ke. Her decision had been spot on.

She amped up the performance, even draping her leg over Song Lan’s shoulder and pouring red wine over her hair.

Some wine splashed onto her own leg. Shen Ke said haughtily, “Little pup has to lick Mistress clean.”

She had no idea how erotic it looked from the viewers’ angle.

It was like the assistant was licking the arrogant little succubus.

With the shorts so tiny and blocked by the assistant’s body, it looked like she wasn’t wearing any.

Pure eroticism.

Meanwhile, Fu Enshi’s eyes were red-rimmed. When she saw kk hook the assistant’s chin with her foot, she flashed back to sucking on Shen Ke’s toe.

She couldn’t go on like this. She’d thought she only liked kk, but today she’d messed up, and the memory kept resurfacing.

She didn’t want to be some fickle playgirl. Plus, kk’s streams were getting more extreme, and she wasn’t sure about her and the assistant anymore.

Fu Enshi gritted her teeth and sent kk a message.

f: [Transfer 100,000]

f: Can we meet next week, kk? I have something to say to you.

She’d meet kk in person. Maybe seeing the real her would let her forget everything with Shen Ke.

So embarrassing.