The evening livestream went smoothly.
Smooth to an unimaginable degree.
Bai Xing's final results were 832 ships, 24 admirals, and over 16,000 gift revenue, totaling 170,000 in gross profit. Next month's payout would net her around 70,000 to 80,000, and after taxes at a 35% dividend rate, she could pocket a full 60,000 yuan, not to mention the additional earnings from the upcoming livestreams at the end of the month... For a new VTuber's debut, this was nothing short of a crushing victory.
"Independent talent," "reincarnated persona," "top-tier avatar," "massive fleet," "peak performance"...
All sorts of perfect reviews spread like a virus, exploding across the internet.
Few new VTubers could achieve this level of success.
For the VTuber fanatics, the existence of "Mei Biya" was simply too mysterious, to the point that it caught the attention of some major guilds.
Among the thousands of followers who surged to tens of thousands, there were all kinds of gachikoi sending private messages to "Mei Biya's" account—
Some asking for personal information, others probing for the mastermind behind the scenes, peers trying to fish for information, random nonsense messages, and even those asking, "If I become a governor, will there be governor gifts?" but not actually doing so, just talking big.
Of course, compared to all this, the one most shocked and speechless was a certain alluring woman hiding in a shabby apartment complex, tucked away in a dimly lit room.
"How could this happen... How could this happen..."
Tang Hua muttered, curled up in her ergonomic chair, her face filled with helplessness—
"My 'password,' how could she have cracked it at this moment..."
"That was the crystallization of my thoughts with the Boss, the truth I pondered over sleepless nights. Why, why did Bai Xing manage to learn it?"
Her pure yet seductive face was filled with confusion and frustration.
"No."
"That's not it."
She turned her attention to the livestream recording she had synced, slowly manipulating the playback slider in her video editing software, replaying certain frames repeatedly, carefully observing every expression made by the avatar.
"Upon closer inspection, her gaze is vastly different from what I recorded.
Mine is more 'restrained,' subtly conveying the Boss's attention; hers is more 'expressive,' like the joy and pride one feels after experiencing forbidden fruit...
But at their core, these two feelings are the same."
—Both are exclusive memories born from receiving affection.
They are manifestations of "love."
As the original artist of the avatar, Tang Hua was certain she couldn't be mistaken.
She was extremely sensitive.
And her intuition was razor-sharp.
Sharp enough to make others break out in a cold sweat.
"That's it, she received the Boss's 'affection,' which is why she could perform so well during the livestream."
Tang Hua analyzed slowly.
Even if it took a long time, she was as patient as a snail, meticulously dissecting every detail.
She knew.
Bai Xing had genuinely reached out to her for help before, clearly at a loss on how to portray those expressions.
From her panicked tone and frantic guesses, it was obvious she was on the verge of breaking down.
If nothing unexpected had happened, tonight's livestream would have been utterly unremarkable. But now, seeing her flawless performance in the replay...
Tang Hua had reason to suspect that Bai Xing had likely uncovered some "secret" related to "companionship" before going live.
—In other words, she had an epiphany.
She couldn't have had such a sudden realization on her own.
So, someone must have given her a push.
Hmm.
The only person who could have done that was the Boss.
"The Boss 'accompanied' her and showered her with excessive affection."
"That's why she was able to learn these secrets and become more confident and natural during the livestream. Even with an avatar she had never used before, she executed every necessary expression perfectly, even pushing the 'prototype' to its limits."
Damn it.
"Is this the benefit of living next door to the Boss?"
Putting aside Bai Xing's relationship with the Boss, objectively speaking, she hadn't let her "creation" go to waste.
She hadn't disappointed the Boss either; on the contrary, she had impressed him.
From the revenue data, Tang Hua could tell that Bai Xing was about to blow up.
Or rather, she was about to take off.
"Ugh."
"How could this happen..."
"Was I careless?"
"No. It's just that she's too close to the Boss, giving her the advantage of proximity. If it were me, if I were the one living next door to the Boss... He would have already been..."
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Tang Hua thought.
Though she wasn't one to compete or fight, if things continued like this, the Boss's affection would be taken by someone else, and that wasn't a scenario she wanted to see.
At this moment, she was absolutely certain, "Yes, the Boss is playing favorites."
"Last time, he wouldn't even spend more time with me... Though sending me home was already something to be grateful for. But..."
"Even during 'daytime,' he wouldn't stay with me longer."
For her, midnight was noon, the real daytime.
Daytime was safe, but the Boss had refused her;
Even if she wanted to do something, the Boss wouldn't agree, so why did he have to reject her so cruelly?
And now?
"Now he's gone to play with Bai Xing, to shower her with affection."
"..."
This isn't fair.
Tang Hua pouted, hugging her knees, her envious and resentful gaze fixed on the screen displaying that "version" of herself.
She murmured, "I want it too."
"It's my avatar she's using..."
"That kind of thing... I want to experience it too..."
"Once isn't enough..."
"Three times... no, five, ten, a hundred times would be better, right?"
"Damn it, she's turned the tables on me."
Tang Hua knew she was a woman with insatiable desires, a very bad, very wicked woman.
She had long been consumed by her cravings, and that was obvious.
Every time she indulged in her depraved acts with the printed papers on the wall, a sense of guilt would wash over her, eventually turning into "regret" and "anxiety."
It was all too familiar.
That feeling of immorality.
"But."
Even if the Boss found out... if he discovered the twisted desires she harbored for him,
If it meant receiving the same affection Bai Xing had gotten today, if it meant experiencing the Boss's one-on-one "companionship" again, wouldn't it all be worth it?
Even if the sky fell, so what?
Isn't life about being seen by him, cared for by him, and having your weary body cleansed by his gentle words?
Every day is already so tiring and difficult. If, if I could satisfy this 'great desire' in my heart... If I could find a way to make the Boss's love for me grow stronger—
"Anything would be worth it, right?"
"Why am I still hesitating to take the next step, while Bai Xing has taken the lead?"
With this thought.
Tang Hua finally mustered her courage, no longer hesitating.
With a "what's done is done" attitude, she picked up her cracked, spiderweb-like phone and sent a message to the Boss—
"I miss you."
"Boss, can you take me out for meat?"
...
...
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
