Chapter 97: The Risqué Streamer in the Shared Apartment (Part 14)

Shen Ke’s commanding tone was too matter-of-fact, yet so coquettishly soft that it made it impossible to get angry.

Fu Enshi was the same; she couldn’t muster any anger at all. Every word Shen Ke said now automatically took on an ambiguous tint in her ears.

Fu Enshi’s thoughts had already veered off in another direction.

Shen Ke’s voice was so hoarse—indeed, after screaming so loudly, it would be strange if it wasn’t.

—Don’t sit on my face

I’m sorry, but I can’t assist with that.

Thinking of this, Fu Enshi dry-coughed twice, her ears burning hot beneath the cover of her hair.

She tore open the fried chicken bag, and the aroma filled the air. Fu Enshi put on gloves, took out a drumstick, and held it to Shen Ke’s lips, trying to distract herself—otherwise, she’d keep recalling the sounds coming from Shen Ke’s room last night.

Shen Ke shot Fu Enshi a knowing look, parted her lips to take a bite, but Fu Enshi suddenly pulled it back, leaving Shen Ke biting at empty air.

Shen Ke immediately glared at Fu Enshi angrily—this little punk was toying with her!

Fu Enshi didn’t dare meet Shen Ke’s gaze, averting her eyes the moment Shen Ke looked over, and tried to steady her voice: “Sit up to eat, or you’ll choke.”

Shen Ke rolled over, turning her butt toward Fu Enshi, mumbling petulantly: “Not eating.” She wasn’t particularly hungry anyway.

Her waist and butt were both uncomfortable; she didn’t want to get up.

What happened last night was too addictive. She’d actually been overwhelmed toward the end, but the moment Song Lan touched her, she couldn’t help responding.

She really loved skin-to-skin contact.

Because they hadn’t held back last night, her body was now fragile and weak; even lifting a finger felt bothersome.

Fu Enshi wasn’t the type to coax anyone either. Seeing Shen Ke refuse to eat, she put the drumstick back in the bag, her voice still carrying a youthful clarity: “I’ll put it back then. Eat it when you’re hungry.”

Shen Ke hummed twice to acknowledge.

Fu Enshi’s gaze fell on the curves of Shen Ke’s body, accentuated by her side-lying position. Her fingers fidgeted into a fist.

Shen Ke didn’t want to deal with her anymore; she should leave. But something made her hesitate, unable to take that step.

“Shen Ke, aren’t you going to see your mom and dad?” Fu Enshi blurted out, her mind drawing a blank.

It was pure small talk.

Shen Ke didn’t move a muscle, but her mouth turned down. Only now did Fu Enshi care about her family? Was Fu Enshi’s brain pregnant or something?

Shen Ke couldn’t be bothered with her.

The atmosphere turned completely awkward. Fu Enshi pressed her lips together and slowly walked back to her own room.

For the first time, she felt like her emotional intelligence was really low.

Her status meant she never had to put much thought into anyone.

As long as she wanted, people would flock to her endlessly.

It was like that at home, and still the same after leaving.

Just her looks alone drew countless admiring gazes.

Fu Enshi clenched her fist in frustration. Shen Ke had been dominating her mind all day—it was all Shen Ke’s fault for playing like that last night, with the room’s soundproofing so poor and no thought to keeping it quiet.

Speaking of which, kk’s stream had suddenly shut off last night, and she hadn’t replied to messages. Fu Enshi sent more.

f: kk, did something happen? Your stream cut out suddenly last night.

Shen Ke’s phone dinged with a notification. She lazily opened it—turns out it was from her top donor sister.

Shen Ke tapped to collect the money first, then read on.

Wanting to meet up? Shen Ke agreed without much thought.

kk: Sure! I want to meet sister too (cat peeking out)

Seeing this reply, Fu Enshi’s heart surged. She forced Shen Ke out of her mind.

She wasn’t the type to waver; she only liked kk. She couldn’t let Shen Ke’s actions make her shift her affections.

kk was so cute, spoke so sweetly, had such pretty lips, and showed two adorable little tiger teeth when she smiled—adorable to death.

Fu Enshi gripped her phone tightly, finally convincing herself not to think about Shen Ke.

By evening, Shen Ke’s sore body had improved a bit, regaining some strength. She was watching TV now.

Waiting for Yu Zhi to cook.

Yu Zhi was nowhere to be seen during the day, but she always came back on time at night to make dinner.

Shen Ke lounged on the sofa, stretching lazily, her bones cracking.

The TV wasn’t interesting. Shen Ke stood up and headed to the kitchen; she could already smell the aroma, though she didn’t know what Yu Zhi was making today.

Shen Ke sidled up to Yu Zhi. Yu Zhi was tall with long legs, making even a simple white shirt look exceptionally good.

Her sleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing toned, powerful forearms.

Yu Zhi said softly: “Miss Shen Ke, want to give it a try?”

Shen Ke curiously peered into the pot—bright red crayfish being fried.

They sizzled nonstop.

Yu Zhi’s posture was elegant and relaxed, as if cooking was effortless.

Shen Ke frowned thoughtfully, then firmly refused: “No way. That oil keeps popping—if it splatters on my skin, it’ll hurt like hell.” Shen Ke’s voice was still a bit hoarse, different from her usual tone.

Yu Zhi paused her movements, her thin lips curving into a smile: “It would hurt.”

“Miss Shen Ke isn’t suited for this kind of work.”

Shen Ke hummed in agreement.

Yu Zhi scooped out the fried shrimp into a bowl, then turned to Shen Ke: “Miss Shen Ke, you’d better go out first.”

“It’s going to get intense in a bit.”

Shen Ke shook her head. She’d only just come in—how could she leave right away? She actually wanted to ask Yu Zhi something.

“Yu Zhi, what was your previous job?”

Yu Zhi lifted her eyelids, pausing her actions, her gaze darkening.

Silence stretched on. Yu Zhi leaned in close, her tall frame completely overshadowing Shen Ke.

Shen Ke couldn’t help backing away, but for every step she retreated, Yu Zhi advanced one, until Shen Ke was cornered.

Shen Ke’s lashes trembled violently. She didn’t want to show fear, but just imagining Yu Zhi as some pervert made her worry if she’d be the next one to have her limbs severed.

She didn’t care about others’ lives—only her own.

Yu Zhi leaned in very close, carrying a faint bloody scent.

Hot breath sprayed on Shen Ke’s forehead, followed by a slightly hoarse voice: “Shen Ke, are you afraid of me?”

It was the first time Shen Ke had heard Yu Zhi say her full name without “Miss.”

The air around them seemed to turn icy. Shen Ke fidgeted with her fingers uncomfortably.

Yu Zhi continued: “Did I do something wrong?”

“Or did someone say something about me to you?”

Shen Ke tilted her head up slightly, meeting Yu Zhi’s pitch-black eyes. They were too deep and dark; Shen Ke couldn’t read the emotions in them.

But under Yu Zhi’s gaze, she instinctively sensed danger.

Gritting her teeth, Shen Ke yelled: “I was just asking! What’s your problem?!”

“Don’t come so close!”

Yu Zhi pulled back a bit, her voice light: “Oh, like this? My profession is adventurer.” An adventurer who goes to various places to kill.

Hearing this, Shen Ke puffed out her cheeks, looking pissed off. She wanted to ask more, but Yu Zhi had already turned back to the crayfish.

Shen Ke didn’t believe Yu Zhi at all.

Later, she’d have Song Lan secretly tail Yu Zhi.

Shen Ke pushed open the kitchen door to leave when Yu Zhi’s voice came again.

“Miss Shen Ke, my birthday is in three days.”

“If possible, I’d like to ask for one thing from you.”

Shen Ke snorted coldly: “Can’t be too expensive!” Yu Zhi had taken good care of her these past days; a birthday gift was fine.

10 PM, Shen Ke’s stream time.

—kk, what happened last night? It went black screen suddenly, couldn’t see you!

—Baby, baby, kiss kiss

—Deep V camisole today, so pretty and beautiful!

[y gifted a Carnival. Very tasty.]

Ten Carnivals in a row, special effects dazzling and colorful.

Shen Ke parted her lips slightly, sweetly saying: “Thank you, y sister, muah.” Another rich sister in her stream—awesome!

This y shot straight from nobody to second place behind kk; first was f.

—Holy shit, Shi Shen hurry out! Someone’s gunning for your top spot!

—Is it that single letters make you rich?!

—Won’t be Shi Shen’s alt account, right?

[f gifted a Carnival. Don’t bend over, your boobs will show.]

One sentence, and the stream exploded. Even Shen Ke was stunned.

Her face flushed red instantly, but she pinched her voice, saying softly: “Sister, how can you say that…”

Was this f a sex fiend? Straight to that kind of talk!

[f gifted a Carnival. Sorry, just a reminder.]

Shen Ke twisted her fingers together, her voice coquettishly whiny: “Fine, I forgive you.”

With that, Shen Ke stood up. She wore tiny shorts today, her pale leg flesh irresistibly alluring.

Shen Ke pulled out a fluffy black cat tail from behind and held it up to the camera, delightedly saying: “Sisters, look! kk has a little cat tail today!”

—Oh my god, too cute!

—What’s kk doing today? Continuing SM with the little assistant? I didn’t get enough last night!

—Agreed! I love it!

Shen Ke puffed her cheeks: “Little assistant isn’t here today, can’t play yesterday’s game.”

“Today I planned to play a game with top sister, but top sister doesn’t seem to be here.”

[y gifted a Carnival: Cat tail? Plug front or back?]

y’s words left everyone speechless.

Too easy to let imaginations run wild.

Shen Ke was unhappy. Though y had gifted a lot, her words were so pervy.

How could she say that!

Shen Ke’s voice carried a hint of emotion as she turned sideways to show the tail hanging from her waist: “It’s on the waist! kk isn’t that pervy! Streaming with something inside would be too naughty, y sister!”

—Actually… having something inside isn’t impossible.

—I think so too…

This new y clearly had a very different personality from top f—night and day.

f was reserved and subtle, never steering kk toward eroticism.

y was the opposite; a few simple words always evoked ambiguous scenes—pure adult.

Bluntly terrifying.

But this kind of thing was common on Rose; it was an adult late-night app, with other streams full of such direct talk.

Only kk’s stream was mild.

Probably because though kk did borderline dances, her body lines were so beautifully exquisite—glamorous yet not vulgar—so few said overly lewd things.

Yu Zhi sat in a chair, watching Shen Ke’s stream impassively.

Expressionless, she typed another line.

[y gifted a Carnival. Pants too tight, doesn’t it pinch?]

Yu Zhi didn’t want to scare her off too soon, but someone had already claimed Shen Ke first.

Whether it was the low, hoarse voice, the unsteady gait, or the flushed eyes—Yu Zhi could tell what Shen Ke had done.

Plus, Shen Ke asking about her job today meant she’d probably heard something.

She didn’t want to scare her away before tasting.

Yu Zhi lowered her long lashes, falling silent, quietly watching the stream.

The stream wasn’t just watched by Yu Zhi—Fu Enshi was too.

She’d only stepped out to blow-dry her hair, and already upon returning, someone was trying to dethrone her.

[f gifted a Carnival. kk, I’m still your top. Ignore the others.]

Gifting limits meant y couldn’t surpass her overnight, but Fu Enshi felt pissed.

kk had even called this f “sister” and used her name—same treatment as her.

Her mind wandered: soon this y might add kk’s contact too, chat daily, try to seduce her.

[f gifted a Carnival. kk, I’m a pure college girl with my first kiss intact—way better than that foul-mouthed trainwreck!]

f’s words dripped with jealousy that seemed to seep from the screen.

—Hahaha, top’s panicking. But a college kid this rich? Must be loaded family.

—Wow, f sounds tempting. Hard to find a blank slate these days.

[y gifted a Carnival. Isn’t that basic?]

—y: Isn’t that basic? What are you showing off? Hahaha, feels like that’s it.

—A 10,000-yuan carnival? Is this how rich people fight it out? Kinda interesting.

—KK deserves it! I hate that I have no money and can’t throw cash around for KK like Y and F!