“Is that okay?”
“I’ll pay even more if you want!”
“As long as I’m happy, money’s not a problem.”
MOKA looked at Su Li, her breathing growing more and more rapid.
Without realizing it, her hand landed on Su Li’s body, slowly starting to climb across her skin.
“One hundred thousand yuan.”
Su Li thought for a moment and fell silent, as if weighing her options.
After all, she was originally the male lead of a dating sim game, so she was quite familiar with this kind of thing.
Besides, she viewed this as just another job.
And right now, she needed more money.
As long as the price was right, she would consider it.
“Deal!”
With Su Li’s agreement, MOKA felt her heart pounding wildly, reaching its peak.
She pressed Su Li down beneath her, like a little kitten, her soft tongue slowly tracing across her cheek, neck, and lips.
How could a person taste as good as a dessert?
She had never imagined that Su Li could be as delicious as a sweet pastry, leaving a lingering flavor on her lips.
Thankfully, Su Li was a reasonable partner in this transaction.
At the very least, kisses didn’t cost thirty thousand yuan each.
Otherwise, just kissing Su Li would’ve bankrupted her.
Now she could kiss to her heart’s content!
MOKA’s hands climbed over the ** in front of her, gripping tightly.
In that moment, she felt all the pressure in her body dissolve with that touch.
It wasn’t long before she began admiring the marks she had left on Su Li’s body as if she were looking at a piece of art.
A surge of excitement spread through her brain, like something was bursting out of her mind.
She inhaled Su Li’s scent deeply, as if every breath of it was worth a fortune.
But she wasn’t very experienced with things like this.
Outside of music, she really didn’t have any hobbies.
Yet in this moment, she felt like she had just discovered a new one.
And that was playing with Su Li’s body.
But MOKA was still an innocent, naive girl.
Clumsily, she left traces on Su Li’s body.
At some point, the two of them had switched positions.
Now Su Li was on top, and MOKA was underneath.
Seeing those hands lifting her chin, and the aggressive gaze directed at her, MOKA swallowed hard.
Her legs, which had been straight, curled slightly without her realizing it, and her smooth toes curled as well.
She clutched the bedsheet nearby, swallowed again, and didn’t dare meet Su Li’s eyes.
Her body was turning soft and hot, tingling all over.
When she felt the warmth pass through her, it was as if her barren, empty mind had suddenly been filled to the brim.
A racing heart, the softness against her lips, the fragrance at the tip of her nose, the trembling body…
One by one, musical notes poured into her mind with every sensation, lining up like a melody from a bubbling spring.
Inspiration filled her once-empty mind, just like the soaked and wrinkled bedsheet beneath them.
Though MOKA still craved Su Li’s scent, she didn’t spare her a glance.
Instead, she pushed Su Li aside and hurried to jot down everything that had just burst into her mind.
She didn’t stop until the notebook she carried with her was full of scribbles.
She was ecstatic!
Amazing. It was truly amazing!
She could already see it: once her new song was released, it would blow up across the entire internet!
People could copy her style, but her talent? That couldn’t be stolen.
She had never felt anything this wonderful before, like a door to a whole new world had opened before her eyes.
It was like suffering from constipation for months—so bad it made her lose her appetite and suddenly everything was cleared out in one rush.
She thought this was going to be just another boring day, but she never expected such a delightful surprise.
MOKA was completely immersed in her musical world, unable to pull herself out.
To hear the truth in the morning and die at night—she finally understood the saying.
She felt as though she had ascended to some higher plane of existence.
The ideas wouldn’t stop.
They just kept coming.
With her pale fingers clutching the pen, she scribbled across the pages nonstop, terrified of missing any detail.
Inspiration was fleeting like opportunity—if you didn’t catch it, who knew when it would return?
Page after page was filled completely by her own hand.
The dampness on her body had long since dried.
Clothes were scattered across the bed.
She poured her soul into writing on the paper, as if there was no one else left in the world but her.
No one knew how much time had passed, but the light shining through the curtains had dimmed.
Only the lamp inside the room now lit up the pages before her.
She leaned against the edge of the bed, letting the scattered sheets of paper slip from her hands onto the floor, and let out a long, contented sigh.
So good.
So unbelievably good.
She had never felt anything like this before!
It was a fierce, all-out battle that left her completely spent.
Every last drop of inspiration in her mind had been poured onto those pages—she couldn’t squeeze out even a shred more.
Just from what she had recorded this time, she could release three brand-new songs in completely different styles.
The room was silent, but her heart was filled with satisfaction.
She had wanted to share this euphoric feeling with someone, but when she looked around, the room was empty—Su Li was already gone.
The words caught in her throat and faded away.
The light in MOKA’s eyes slowly dimmed.
A wave of inexplicable loneliness washed over her.
She picked up her phone and saw that Su Li had left her a message at some point.
[Time’s up. I’ve got to go. Don’t forget to pay the rest.]
MOKA transferred the hundred thousand yuan to Su Li. For some reason, a deep sense of loss crept over her.
She realized she kind of hated how Su Li had just left without saying goodbye.
It left her with an uneasy feeling.
But she couldn’t say anything about it.
Because that was also something she liked about Su Li.
If it had been anyone else, they might have tried to claim a share of the credit once they found out she’d written a new song.
They might have tried to take credit, saying that without them, the song would never have come to be.
The joy of creation slowly faded, and she had no one to share it with.
People in her field, once they saw she’d released a new song, would immediately think about copying or mimicking her style.
Her agent would only think about how to make more money off her.
Even strangers always wanted something from her.
Only Su Li had cared about whether she held up her end of the agreement.
Her slender fingers tightly gripped the lyric-covered pages, which now had even more wrinkles from her hold.
MOKA realized she wanted to go even further.
Deep in her soul, there was a quiet hunger—she wanted more!
Maybe… next time she should offer Su Li even more money.
That way, she could get more in return, right?
And maybe, get even closer to Su Li.
She wanted to keep drawing nourishment from Su Li, to water the parched soil of her creativity.
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