Chapter 96: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 13)

The live stream continued.

Shen Ke sat on the chair, arrogant like a queen. Her pretty little face showed untouchable arrogance, her demeanor supremely haughty.

Song Lan’s eyes, concealed beneath the black silk ribbon, greedily gazed up at Shen Ke. She loved this expression on Shen Ke.

She wanted so badly to pin Shen Ke beneath her, to make tears well up in her eyes—tears of pleasure.

Song Lan knelt on the ground with her legs spread, head tilted back, her slender neck forming a sexy arc. She loved this game.

The whip strikes on her body didn’t hurt at all, because she was a ghost—a fierce ghost. A human like Shen Ke couldn’t harm her in the slightest.

The arrogance on Shen Ke’s face when she raised the whip was the most potent aphrodisiac.

Countless dark thoughts swirled in Song Lan’s mind, but they all boiled down to one sentence: “Mistress, Little Dog wants more.”

Shen Ke narrowed her eyes and let out a soft hum from her nose. She pressed her foot on Song Lan’s shoulder. “What do you want?”

Song Lan’s voice was completely hoarse. The foot beside her cheek was small and delicate, with round pink toes and a snowy white instep—perfect from toe to ankle in an unbelievable way.

Song Lan couldn’t describe her feelings in that moment. The emotions surging in her heart were dark and twisted.

She was a fierce ghost, her nature far from kind. Her usual lazy, laid-back demeanor was only because Shen Ke never feared her.

In essence, she was just a selfish, malevolent spirit.

She could devour weaker ghosts without batting an eye and torment the living with vicious methods.

Just like that Daoist back then—if that woman hadn’t had such heavy murderous aura, then that night, this woman named Yu Zhi should have suffered a mental breakdown, unable to move.

The ghostly energy surging around her body boiled hotter, signaling Song Lan’s rising emotions.

Her head and shoulders were damp with the red wine Shen Ke had just poured over her.

The liquid had soaked through her white shirt, making the fabric cling to her skin and reveal her slim waist.

Song Lan cradled Shen Ke’s foot and rubbed it lightly against her cheek. “I want Mistress to continue.”

She wanted to see Shen Ke’s arrogant expression—like a noble cat viciously extending its claws, leaving mark after mark on her body.

She would never get angry, because those were marks from the kitty.

It would only make others envious and jealous.

Shen Ke raised the whip, and the black leather lash landed steadily on Song Lan with a sharp crack.

Song Lan didn’t breathe, but her voice was deep. “I love it so much.” Her cheeks were deathly pale, her lips a bloody red, and her pitch-black eyes betrayed her abnormality.

Song Lan hooked up the corner of her lips in a gorgeous, eerie smile—a true soul-stealing seductress.

Song Lan devoutly lifted her face, her longing gaze fixed on Shen Ke as if Shen Ke were her goddess.

Shen Ke looked at such a Song Lan, deep red blushes staining her cheeks like a rose in full bloom—bold, unrestrained, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Shen Ke’s voice was neither high nor low. “What a greedy little dog.” Her hoarse tone hooked like barbs, making hearts pound fiercely.

Shen Ke took the whip handle, placed it to her lips, stuck out her tongue for a light lick, then flashed a soul-shaking smile.

No one could tear their eyes from Shen Ke’s smile, and Song Lan, in such close proximity, was even less able to look away.

So beautiful, Shen Ke.

In Song Lan’s eyes, Shen Ke had truly become a succubus—her skin, expressions, and even speech dripping with supreme temptation.

Song Lan’s eyes turned completely black without her realizing it, black qi surging around her body and constantly battering her sanity.

Shen Ke remained oblivious. She crossed her legs and pressed her foot against Song Lan’s lips.

The icy touch spread from her toes. Song Lan was a ghost—no flesh, no heartbeat, no breath.

Shen Ke flashed a wicked smile, her little fangs gleaming brightly before the camera.

“Little Dog is so obedient. Mistress likes it a lot.”

—Help! I really can’t take it! Too seductive!

—Baby is like a real demon—she hooked away my soul!

—Can you see content this explicit anywhere else? Only on Rose! Kisses kisses kisses…

—I hate that it’s not me being trained!

Shen Ke’s live stream had been pinned to the homepage, holding steady at the top.

Rose was an adult-oriented streaming app to begin with, so the content was extremely bold, and no one reported it.

More and more people clicked in, but suddenly, the stream glitched with static and went black.

No sound, no picture.

—WTF? What’s happening! I want to see Baby!

—I want to see too! KK, what’s going on? Black screen! Did the camera turn off?

Shen Ke didn’t notice the comments because Song Lan had suddenly pinned her to the bed.

Shen Ke scolded, “What are you doing!”

Song Lan chuckled softly. The black silk ribbon on her face loosened, revealing her pitch-black eyes.

Shen Ke’s eyes widened in shock. “Second Personality!”

Song Lan’s peach-blossom eyes curved into a seductive smile. “Mistress, let Little Dog serve you.”

At those words, Shen Ke froze. She stared into Song Lan’s ink-black eyes, about to speak.

But Song Lan spoke first. “Little sister Shen Ke, I have no second personality. Never have, from start to finish.” Song Lan picked up the ribbon and bound Shen Ke’s hands together.

The laziness Shen Ke usually saw on her face was gone.

It was like a beast shedding its disguise, baring its fangs—bloodthirsty and ferocious.

Song Lan smiled foolishly. “My turn now, little sister.”

Cold fingers pinched Shen Ke’s cheeks, forcing her lips apart. Song Lan unceremoniously pressed her lips forward.

Icy breath invaded her mouth, and Shen Ke’s entire body went soft.

So comfortable. She loved being touched.

Song Lan withdrew from Shen Ke’s mouth and lightly nipped her nose tip. She murmured lowly, “Do you know what I want to do?”

Shen Ke’s eyes were somewhat dazed. The sensation of their lips and tongues entwining felt even better than skin contact. Her head spun from the kiss, but she knew what Song Lan meant.

They were still live streaming—how could they do this?

With her hands bound, Shen Ke could only voice her refusal. “No, we’re still streaming.”

Song Lan’s smile deepened. “Mistress, Little Dog wants to try. You can’t refuse.”

With that, Song Lan kissed Shen Ke again.

“Don’t…”

Shen Ke trembled, her skin turning a uniform pinkish white. One hand silently gripped her waist.

Hot breath sprayed on her neck, Song Lan’s kiss abnormally wet.

Her nimble tongue swept over the sensitive upper palate, itchiness spreading as tears slid endlessly from Shen Ke’s eyes.

“Mm…” So comfortable, but they were still streaming—someone… was watching…

Song Lan sucked on Shen Ke’s tongue until it went numb and sore.

Just the kissing alone was enough to overwhelm her. Shen Ke shed helpless tears as Song Lan, like a mad dog, wildly tangled with her tongue.

Song Lan’s actions grew even more ambiguously explicit, and Shen Ke’s sanity was on the verge of collapse.

She craved it, but they were still streaming—no! They couldn’t let so many people see!

The shame made it impossible for Shen Ke to accept doing such things under so many eyes.

“Wu wu…” A whimper escaped Shen Ke’s throat. Unbeknownst to her, her whimpering looked like a pitiful kitten, only fueling Song Lan’s desire further.

Song Lan released Shen Ke, her hoarse voice exceptionally sexy. “Mistress, I love kissing you so much.”

Shen Ke opened her pretty eyes and looked at Song Lan, a bit angry. That anger made her brows and eyes even more alluringly wanton.

“Song Lan!” But after such an intense kiss, Shen Ke’s voice came out soft and coquettish, devoid of any intimidation.

So cute…

Song Lan thought.

Dark thoughts proliferated in her mind. Song Lan gripped Shen Ke’s cheeks and rasped, “Mistress… look at the camera…”

Look at how you appear right now…

Isn’t it indecently erotic?

Her lips swollen, the upturned corners of her eyes brimming with endless spring colors.

Tears blurred Shen Ke’s vision. She glared fiercely at Song Lan, only to be met with an even more torrential kiss.

The room’s temperature plummeted to freezing. Shen Ke had no strength to resist Song Lan’s touch.

Song Lan was so cold—cold enough to make her shiver—as the ghost’s eerie cold aura fully permeated her.

Ice and fire entwined in ambiguity, the air thick with desire reaching its peak.

Shen Ke cried uncontrollably, her voice hoarse and delicate. “S-Still… streaming.”

Still streaming—how could Song Lan do this? She didn’t dare imagine how many people would see such a scene.

She was done for!

Tears pattered down Shen Ke’s face. Her body went limp and weak; she couldn’t voice refusal.

The atmosphere was intensely ambiguous.

“So… so many people saw.” Shen Ke cried pitifully, the corners of her eyes smudged with alluring crimson.

Song Lan nibbled Shen Ke’s ear, holding her to face the camera. “Mistress, they’ve seen it all too.”

“Little Dog loves it. No one could dislike it—your viewers must feel the same as me, dying to pamper it.”

Calling it Little Dog during the training play hadn’t felt wrong back then, but now it felt too shameful for Shen Ke.

Shameful enough that her toes curled up.

“N-No, don’t look.”

She wanted to cover up, but her hands were bound together, unable to shield anything.

Song Lan now felt terrifying to her—like an icy venomous snake, tightening its coils, enveloping her, waiting to devour her whole.

Shen Ke cried and sniffled, her little leather outfit swaying, lashes clumped wet with tears, her whole body glowing with seductive pink.

Song Lan held her, fully exposing her to the camera.

A numb, cold sensation spread, as if she were being assimilated by Song Lan.

The surrounding air grew damp and sticky, enveloping Shen Ke inescapably.

Because Song Lan was a ghost, heightened emotions only made the air icier, not hotter.

Shen Ke’s voice was hoarse to the extreme, her gasps fragmented and tuneless.

“St-Stream… mm—”

Shen Ke’s eyes flew wide, her body trembling uncontrollably, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Song Lan nuzzled her ear, voice muffled. “Mistress, you’re amazing.”

Shen Ke’s lips parted slightly, saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth, her gaze scattered.

So cold—like ice cubes, impossible to warm.

Water dripped pitter-patter onto the floor. Shen Ke’s body went limp against Song Lan, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Song Lan kissed Shen Ke’s sweat-damp cheek and mumbled, “Mistress, now it’s Little Dog’s turn for cuddles.”

Fu Enshi sat on a stool, copying a character sketch.

She seemed focused, but in reality, she hadn’t moved her brush in ages. Her room was close to Shen Ke’s.

She could always hear hazy, suggestive sounds.

coquettish and seductive, like they were doing it.

Fu Enshi had never done it, but she wasn’t some clueless innocent girl.

Shen Ke hadn’t brought anyone home, so Fu Enshi guessed she was masturbating.

The sounds from next door weren’t loud, but the soundproofing was poor. Fu Enshi could even hear voices.

Voices laced with pleasurable tones.

“Don’t! I don’t want to sit on your face! It’s so cold!”

“Your tongue is too cold—stop licking, wu wu wu.”

Fu Enshi’s ears had long turned red. That’s why she was drawing late at night, trying to calm her mind. But after half an hour before the canvas, her thoughts had drifted entirely to Shen Ke.

How could Shen Ke make such erotic sounds all by herself?

Sitting on the face—bare-assed on the face?

Fu Enshi’s breath hitched at the thought, and her brush pressed heavily into the canvas.

The sounds from next door continued.

“No to the whip—it’ll split open, wu wu.”

Another heavy stroke. Too erotic, and with whips too.

That night, Fu Enshi was sleepless. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw Shen Ke lying on the sofa, flushed-faced and looking at her, then the sounds auto-matched in her mind.

—Fu Enshi, no more, I’m so tired.

The next day, Fu Enshi got up early, washed up, and left the apartment.

KK hadn’t replied all night, so Fu Enshi opened the chat and sent another message.

—KK, I really want to meet you.

Fu Enshi felt listless. Why could Shen Ke make those sounds?

She knew the soundproofing was bad but still moaned so loudly—was it on purpose for her to hear?

Fu Enshi tended to overthink. She muddled through the day in a daze and, upon returning home, saw Shen Ke lying on the sofa.

Shen Ke glanced at Fu Enshi but said nothing—her voice was too hoarse, so she spoke as little as possible.

For some reason, Fu Enshi felt that glance from Shen Ke was like a hook, extraordinarily seductive.

Fu Enshi pursed her lips and held the fried chicken in front of Shen Ke. “Do you want to eat this?”

As she spoke, Fu Enshi’s gaze fell on Shen Ke’s neck. It looked like last night, Shen Ke had really done it all by herself.

Self-pleasuring, so lewd.

Noticing Fu Enshi’s gaze, Shen Ke glared at her and whispered, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

Fu Enshi’s eyes flashed, and she looked away, feigning calm. “Nothing.”

Shen Ke huffed lightly. This little bunny brat must have heard it last night—their rooms were so close. But Shen Ke didn’t care much whether Fu Enshi knew or not.

She had even done it right in front of the live stream camera, so why fear Fu Enshi, some university student?

Although when she woke up, Song Lan told her the stream had been turned off early and no one saw.

She had spent the whole night terrified, fuming inside. She ignored Song Lan, kicked her out, and ordered her not to come back for a week.

On top of that, Song Lan had lied about having a second personality—pure nonsense!

It pissed her off! Shen Ke didn’t recognize people after getting out of bed; she used Song Lan up and kicked her out.

The marks all over her body were the ones she demanded Song Lan erase. The surface was clean now, but her body remained sore and weak.

Shen Ke lay on the sofa and parted her lips. “Fu Enshi, feed me.” She didn’t even want to lift a hand anymore.