After a brief conversation, Jiang Chi returned to his bedroom.
The room was monotonous, entirely white-from the floor to the single bed, the walls to the ceiling, the computer desk and chair to the mousepad—everything was white, including the bedding.
The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
Yet, Jiang Chi loved this whiteness.
Placing his white crossbody bag on the bedside table, he took out fresh clothes and white pajamas from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom.
After washing up, Jiang Chi sat at his computer desk in white pajamas, booting up the computer while unlocking a small wardrobe above with a key.
Inside the wardrobe weren’t clothes but a stack of photos-none featuring people, only pairs of slender, delicate hands with distinct knuckles, pale and elegant.
He picked up his bag and pulled out a new photo.
In it, a breathtakingly beautiful hand basked in soft light, fingers gently extended, nails neatly trimmed-like an exquisite work of art.
The young man’s gaze darkened, his breathing growing heavier.
Jiang Chi had a hand fetish.
It was a secret even his parents didn’t know about, an embarrassing kink he could hardly admit.
Just then, the computer chimed, signaling its startup.
Jiang Chi snapped out of his trance, the longing in his eyes replaced by a deep blue.
He clicked open a livestream, where dozens of comments flooded the screen, refreshing rapidly.
“Awooo~ Kill! Kill! Kill! Slaughter those Zergs!!”
“Streamer sis, say ‘holy shit’~~ Voice kink squirming~”
“Baron! Baron! The enemy’s Baron is out!!”
“Sister Baoyue, can I sleep with you? I’ll pay 50k!!”
He clicked “disable comments,” clearing his view, but his gaze wasn’t on the intense battle-it was fixed on the streamer’s window.
Unlike other streamers who showed their faces or gave fanservice, this one focused solely on the keyboard and the pair of slender, pale hands dancing across it.
[User “Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing” gifted the streamer 100 Little Pearls.]
Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing: “Show your hands.”
Meanwhile, in a cramped rental apartment.
Long fingers leaped across the keyboard as blue armies reassembled—High Templars and Dark Templars converging, psi-blades flashing, Dragoons weaving, Zealots clustering.
The screen’s glow illuminated his blank expression.
Ji Yuenian took a sip of his now-warm lemon water.
This match was a turtle strategy-his opponent’s defenses were unbreakable, and he couldn’t push in, leaving them in a stalemate.
Thirty minutes into the stream, Ji Yuenian was stifling a yawn.
Tilting his head, he considered surrendering with a “gg” and moving to the next game.
But before he could single-handedly direct his troops and swipe to ban the users spamming “Sister Baoyue is untouchable,” a bright notification flashed in the top-right corner of the stream.
—User “Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing” has entered the livestream.
Ji Yuenian paused. He looked up—just as a storm of gift effects erupted across the screen.
[User “Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing” gifted the streamer 100 Little Pearls]
One Little Pearl is worth one yuan.
A hundred pearls amount to 100 yuan, but after the platform takes its 50% cut and taxes, it’s effectively 45 yuan-just enough for a pack of cigarettes for the little bro.
Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing: “Show me your hands.”
Ji Yuenian yawned in front of his computer, long accustomed to his top donor’s hand fetish.
“Thanks to the top donor… Actually, never mind, can’t be bothered. Chi Bao, hurry up and do your job. Meow Knight isn’t here today, so you’re the only mod. Kick those trolls insulting me.”
Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing: “Show me your hands first.”
“Aren’t you already looking?”
As he spoke, Ji Yuenian deliberately moved his hand closer to the camera.
Instantly, a delicate, slender palm filled the screen-soft, fair, and smooth as jade, glowing temptingly under the light, as if begging to be bitten.
Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing: “Not enough. I want to see white stockings too.” Hugging the Moon: “???”
Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing: “Gloves.”
Hugging the Moon: “…”
Hugging the Moon: “While… kinks… are… free… I… suggest… a doctor.”
At his desk, the boy’s light blue eyes dimmed slightly, like a puppy robbed of its favorite toy.
Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing: “No?”
“Fine, of course. Who am I to deny my most devoted fan?”
His androgynous voice carried a hint of resignation.
A spark of delight flashed in Jiang Chi’s light blue eyes, like countless meteors streaking across the night sky.
[User “Baby Chi Dragon Loves Bathing” gifted the streamer 1,000 Little Pearls]
“Wooow! Top donor and streamer, stop feeding us dog food! Single dogs are getting slaughtered here!”
“Just play the game already! What’s with the romance? Women only slow down my sword draw!”
“So what if I cursed a little? You’re really gonna kick me? Really? Really? REALLY?”
“Hugging Moon, you little b*tch, try kicking me!!”
Jiang Chi’s fingers twitched, swiftly banning the howling trolls before fixing his gaze back on the streamer’s screen.
Meanwhile, seeing the match drag into a stalemate that could last hours, Ji Yuenian decisively typed “gg” and surrendered.
He had an 8 a.m. class tomorrow-no way he was wasting time on this.
After draining the last of his lemon water, Ji Yuenian walked to his wardrobe and opened it, revealing rows of neatly hung women’s clothing.
Some were bought online under a pseudonym, others “borrowed” from his family’s factory after quality checks.
As the second son of the Ji family, no one batted an eye at him taking a few pieces.
Pushing the clothes aside, he bent down and pulled out a pair of white lace gloves.
Just as he was about to put them on, a silver coin tumbled from his pocket.
Staring at the mysterious coin, a sudden thought popped into Ji Yuenian’s mind:
“Should I do a little crossplay session?”
* * * * * *
“Where’s the streamer? Where’d Hugging Moon go? Why’d he disappear?”
“He was doing so well! Why surrender out of nowhere? He could’ve won!”
“I’m out. Can’t stand streamers with no perseverance.”
“Same. Kicking people over a few teasing comments? Lame. So lame.”
As floods of comments scrolled by, the viewer count visibly plummeted.
Jiang Chi knew it was the banned users returning with alts to stir trouble-even muting wouldn’t stop them.
The online world is just so murky and polluted, where truth and falsehood are hard to distinguish.
kira is that you ?
Who the fuck is Kira?
Oh, just write your name in this little black notebook and you’ll get to know kira (really, maybe)