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Chapter 39: Becoming the Top Patron to Taste the Streamer’s Charms
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 05:39:01 +0000 UTC[Guinaifen was merely a powerless outsider who had fled to the Xianzhou—obtaining her complete profile, including detailed family background, proved effortless for you.]
[As you scanned her records—"both parents deceased," "impoverished household," "several underage siblings to support"—a bold and wicked idea sprang to mind.]
[She was just a nobody streamer, not even an internet celebrity. Who could possibly hold you accountable if you played with her?]
[Consider it your final indulgence before marriage.]
[Meanwhile, oblivious to your designs, Guinaifen was overjoyed. The desperate antics in her livestream revealed just how cutthroat Xianzhou's streaming industry was.]
[In all her time broadcasting, she had never received a single tip over 1,000 credits—let alone 100,000.]
[Stunned for a long moment, she stammered endless thanks to the camera.]
[From the chat's chatter, she learned you were the platform's legendary tycoon, notorious for roaming channels at random and showering massive gifts on performances that pleased you.]
[Every streamer on the platform dreamed of being "visited" by you.]
[Guinaifen marveled at her luck, already planning a rare feast for her siblings tonight.]
Clearly, she'd never heard the saying: Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price.
Otherwise, she would have regretted this encounter.
[The next day, you returned to her stream.]
[The moment the flashy entrance effect lit up the screen, Guinaifen recognized her "money god" and greeted you with feverish enthusiasm.]
[You lusted for her body, not her performance—though you'd be thrilled if she incorporated her acrobatic stunts, like handstanding while [censored], into the act.]
[After watching awhile, you tipped another 200,000 credits, then slid into her DMs demanding her contact info.]
[Guinaifen sensed your intentions. She was no naïve flower—years as a refugee had taught her life's harshness through begging, theft, and scavenging.]
[Plus, her streaming career had exposed her to countless "sponsorship" offers from men drawn to her beauty, figure, and charm.]
[Yet someone of your wealth? She dared not refuse. After a hesitant pause, she surrendered her details.]
[You waited patiently until her stream ended, then sent a direct message:]
["Be my woman. I'll take care of you."]
[Her instincts proved right. Staring at the blunt words, she clenched her jade terminal until her knuckles whitened.]
[Guinaifen typed back without hesitation:]
["Sorry, I'm not that kind of woman!"]
[Then, steeling herself, she refunded your 300,000-credit tip.]
[Reading her rejection and seeing the returned funds, you smirked.]
[This was what made it fun. Had she spread her legs like other streamers at the first shower of cash, you'd have lost all interest in such a [censored].]
As the saying goes: Men have always shared two hobbies—corrupting the virtuous and redeeming the fallen.
[You left two final messages:]
[1. I never take back what I give.]
[2. You'll come crawling to me. When you're ready, visit this address: […] Oh, and strip naked at the door. Crawl to me like a bitch—beggars can't be choosers.]
[The words nearly made Guinaifen combust with rage. No one had ever humiliated her like this. She almost blocked you on the spot.]
[Yet years of hardship had taught her to leave room for retreat. If outmatched, survival meant swallowing pride.]
[Your retaliation came swiftly.]
[As Xianzhou's elite, crushing a few refugee beggars was child's play.]
[Guinaifen barely stepped home before disaster struck: Her brothers were arrested by the Divination Commission for assault.]
[The accuser threatened to have them thrown into the Shackling Prison unless compensated.]
[Her face paled. The Shackling Prison broke even the toughest criminals—survivors emerged as hollow shells.]
[Frantically, she tried withdrawing her streaming earnings to bail them out—only to find her account frozen.]
[Customer service gave her the runaround, offering no explanation or solution.]
[Then her landlord arrived, demanding doubled rent or eviction.]
[The demand shattered her. Why now, after a decade of stable, low rates?]
[Pity softened the landlord's voice as he whispered: "Did your family offend someone powerful?"]
[The truth dawned: This was your doing.]
[After he left, Guinaifen gripped her terminal, debating whether to report this to the authorities.]
[But her brothers were scapegoats. If you had Commission connections, appealing would be futile.]
[What now? Must she really…?]
[Meanwhile, you lounged at home, confident and untouchable.]
[Even if she knew you orchestrated this, she was powerless. You almost hoped she'd resort to violence—your mediocre commerce skills were offset by combat prowess rivaling the Cloud Knights'.]
[Should she attack, you'd teach her the real meaning of "spear techniques."]
[Then your terminal chimed. A glance confirmed: Guinaifen's number.]
[You smiled faintly. The fish had taken the bait.]
