Sweetie~

Pitch-black hands stroked every inch of Yu Qing's skin, holding him completely captive.

Then their touch gradually softened, lingering greedily over every inch.

"Mm..." Only Yu Qing's eyes remained exposed. Tears ran from their reddened corners, trembled once or twice, then slowly fell into the dense black mist.

As the hands multiplied, the livestream chat grew increasingly excited.

[Aaaaaah! Black mist turning into hands, hands all over him! Sorry, I'm a pervert, and I'm turned on!]

[Baby, baby, huff, huff! It's a livestream anyway, just give in to him! What bad intentions could that dark little thing possibly have?]

[Seeing Yu Qing like this... I want to grow a dick. Hurry up and grow, aaaaaah!]

[His waist is so slim, so slim, so slim! One squeeze leaves a red mark. Oh my god!!! (Pretty-boy screaming)]

[Two more hands! Pick him up, drag him in, and rail him right here! Hehehe, ehehehehe~ (Tip: +2,000 points)]

[Uh, am I the only one wondering how anyone's ever held out this long against a level-seven BOSS?]

[Exactly. Even the top ten streamers on the points leaderboard couldn't hold out like this. This Yu Qing really does have some ability.]

[Holy shit, holy shit! Look! The black hands lifted him up!]

[His shirt's lifting, aaaaaah!]

At last!

When the number of hands reached eighty-five, Yu Qing was completely engulfed and dragged into the black mist. "Mmph!"

After that brief sound, everything fell silent.

He was gone. Only the glowing system screen remained suspended in midair, flickering faintly, lending even the surrounding air a quiet, forlorn feel.

The excitement in the livestream chat gradually died down, with a few scattered comments drifting past now and then:

[Total stream time: ten minutes. A very promising newbie. What a shame.]

[Boring. Didn't even make it through his first instance. I'm out.]

[Streamer, you were sexy. Rest in peace.]

[Rest in peace.]

The viewer count plummeted. Just as it fell to fifty-eight, the mass of black mist suddenly stirred!

Flashes of golden light flickered inside it, as though they were about to pierce through the mist?!

The chat paused, and the falling viewer count abruptly stopped.

[Aaaaaah! I saw Yu Qing's hand! Is he holding a really long golden needle? Is he fighting the black mist? He actually dares to fight a level-seven BOSS???]

[Seriously?]

[Seriously! Did you notice? The stream hasn't ended. The system hasn't declared the streamer dead. Oh my god, I've got goosebumps!]

The livestream chat erupted again. Some viewers who had only just announced they were leaving came crawling back out of curiosity.

They had embarrassed themselves in the space of a second, and the other commenters mercilessly mocked them.

At the edge of the steps, the black mist shook even more violently. Before long, one of Yu Qing's feet emerged, covered in red marks.

The chat: [!!!]

The stream heated up, its viewer count steadily rising. Then two hands with well-defined knuckles slowly reached out and forcibly tore the black mist apart.

Whoosh-

Yu Qing escaped!!!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He rolled across the floor once. When he rose to his knees again, he clutched his delicate neck and coughed nonstop.

The corners of his eyes had turned bright red. His long lashes were wet, his eyes misty with tears, and his lips seemed... a little swollen, too.

His shirt fell back into place. Red, finger-shaped pinch marks covered the young man's waist, arms, and ankles.

But... perhaps because he had landed farther away this time, the black mist could no longer advance. Instead, it shifted and twisted excitedly at the foot of the stairs before slowly settling down.

It seemed to be secretly watching Yu Qing's reaction.

"Cough!" After one last cough, Yu Qing slowly straightened and raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

All that groping and pinching. What a pervert!

I wonder if killing a BOSS earns points?

[Beep, beep. Dangerous thoughts detected in the streamer. Repeating the rules!]

The floating system panel promptly drifted before him. Yu Qing saw two conspicuous rules in its center.

Absolute rule 1: Always monitor your livestream's viewer count. If your stream performs poorly, you will be erased outright.

Absolute rule 2: Streamers may not use any item to erase any instance NPC. (Except at the audience's request.)

Yu Qing narrowed his eyes dangerously-

Except at the audience's request, huh~

He understood.

The hair tie that had held his hair back had been pulled off. Now the young man's long white hair obscured most of his face. A flush colored his cheeks, blending with the vivid red at the corners of his eyes. Before long-

[Aaaaaah! Am I the only one who thinks the streamer looks so sweet, so gorgeous, so sexy, and so fuckable? (Tip: +111 points), sending three!]

[Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at that pitiful way he keeps panting after being manhandled. Bet he'd be easy to make cry. (Tip: +1,111 points), sending four!]

[What? There's no golden needle in the streamer's hand at all. Did that person earlier see wrong?]

[Impossible. If there wasn't a golden needle, what was that golden light? How did he escape?]

"How did I escape?"

Watching the points keep pouring in, Yu Qing slowly lifted his eyes with a gentle smile. "With everyone's help, of course. Thank you for your points."

"I've read every single one of your comments carefully. I know perfectly well that without you, I wouldn't have survived this long."

"So from now on, whatever you want to see, I'll stream just. That. Thing."

He spoke those last three words softly and slowly, as though testing the waters.

A few seconds later: [Aaaaaah! This streamer is so innocent, so sexy, and so sweet! I love him! (Tip: +500 points)]

Tips kept pouring in. Meanwhile, the viewer count stabilized at over five hundred. Having confirmed the audience's twisted tastes and how easily they could be steered, Yu Qing slowly rose as though he had accomplished something important.

His palm felt cold, as though something had suddenly been slipped into it.

The young man shifted his gaze and saw-