Su Li let MOKA rub against her in her arms as much as she wanted.
It wasn’t until MOKA finally let go of her and held her face, planting kisses for a long while.
Only after nearly half an hour passed did MOKA finally show a satisfied expression.
She brushed her messy hair behind her ears, revealing her fair and youthful face, her cheeks now much rosier than when she had first entered the room.
Su Li watched as MOKA, barefoot, ran toward the bed. It wasn’t long before music started playing in the room.
She carefully observed Su Li’s expression, eager for her approval, like a child showing off a treasured creation, hoping to be praised.
The song was seductive and charming, with a lazy undertone that carried an irresistible allure.
Its rhythm was upbeat yet had a bewitching pulse, as if it could instantly drag someone into a whirlpool of ambiguity— like someone softly tickling your heart.
More precisely, it felt like your goddess in white moonlight wearing black stockings, her expression languid, deliberately using her silky, stocking-covered feet to tease your desires right on the desk or the floor.
The moment the intro played, it carried an inexplicable magic, causing every cell in your body to quiver ever so slightly, making you crave more.
The melody flowed smoothly and sinuously, like a lively ribbon weaving between notes— sometimes gentle and slow, sometimes high-pitched and intense— capturing a complex, dreamy emotion in vivid detail.
The lyrics were bold and straightforward, filled with metaphors and provocative lines, vividly portraying the thrills, longings, and subtle pain of love.
The opening used a lazy, sultry tone to paint a scene thick with tension and ambiguity— like two hearts drawing close in a dimly lit room, maintaining just the right amount of distance, capturing the bittersweet hesitation of love to perfection.
MOKA’s performance of the song fully showcased the unique strength of her voice.
Her vocals had a distinctive texture— slightly husky but still clear.
At the beginning, she used an almost whisper-like singing style, instantly amplifying the lazy and seductive mood.
It was as if a woman who had just woken up was softly telling you the secrets buried deep in her heart.
As the tempo picked up, her voice gradually climbed in pitch. In the chorus, she unleashed her emotion with explosive power, and the stark contrast moved the listener deeply.
She also cleverly incorporated vocal runs and vibrato throughout the song, adding layers of liveliness and flavor.
It allowed the audience to not only enjoy the music, but also feel her deep understanding and unique interpretation of it.
Listening to the whole track felt like a full sensory experience— so immersive it was hard to pull away.
There was no doubt about it: MOKA truly was a musical prodigy. The moment Su Li heard that opening melody, she could already tell this song was going to be a hit— maybe even go viral.
She occasionally browsed videos online and had a decent understanding of the current music scene. MOKA’s style definitely had that mass-market, grassroots appeal.
With just a bit of promotion, this song could easily become one of those addictive earworms that blew up everywhere.
Soon enough, every other video would be using it as background music— it would be nearly impossible not to run into it.
Su Li turned to look at MOKA, who was now gazing at her with intoxicated eyes, fixated on her.
She didn’t understand why MOKA had seemed so down and defeated when she first came looking for her.
“Does it sound good?”
“It does.”
Su Li offered a sincere evaluation, and the corners of MOKA’s mouth lifted, her smile growing wider and wider.
“‘Good’ isn’t enough. Say more nice things.”
“This is…”
“I’ll pay you. How about thirty thousand for just now? And one thousand per compliment.”
MOKA spoke cheerfully, though she still had a hint of dissatisfaction with Su Li’s constant talk about money.
Su Li’s only flaw was that she never paid attention to the mood. Even if she didn’t say it, wouldn’t Su Li give her more money just for praising her?
Su Li was like a typical office worker— never thinking from the perspective of the boss.
If she gave even a bit more effort, she’d expect an extra penny in return.
She never let anyone take the slightest advantage of her.
Su Li went on to praise MOKA slowly. In truth, most compliments are interchangeable— you just tweak a few words and they work for someone else.
If a person needed compliments every time you saw them, you’d have to start coming up with fresh lines. Still, in her profession, constantly learning and expanding her repertoire was necessary.
“Su Li, you don’t understand— the pressure in this industry is insane. You have to keep creating music non-stop, and after you finally finish a song, you have to buy promotion, manipulate the data, fight with others for plays and rankings. Otherwise, your hard-earned song won’t get any exposure. No matter how good it is, no one will ever hear it!”
“And your song has to maintain your personal style while also catering to audience tastes or platform algorithms. Sometimes you come up with a fresh idea, but you’re too afraid to try it, scared it won’t fit the market.”
“After you finally claw your way out of the crowd, someone will copy your song, steal your traffic, and split your exposure. And trying to defend your rights is incredibly difficult.”
“And it’s not enough to have one hit. You have to keep producing new work to stay relevant. If you don’t, people behind you will catch up, and you’ll be eliminated and forgotten.”
MOKA gently held Su Li’s hand and leaned back against the bed, pulling Su Li to sit on her lap.
As she vented her stress, she softly touched Su Li, soaking in her warmth.
Su Li could feel MOKA’s tension— her grip had subconsciously tightened, but it wasn’t painful.
It just made her aware of MOKA’s unease.
She held MOKA’s hand and said softly, “It’s okay, MOKA. You’ve always been brilliant. These challenges are nothing for you.”
“Besides, with your talent and gift, if you can make one song go viral, you can definitely make a second, and even more after that.”
“Some people spend their whole lives trying and still never have a hit. Even if your life is filled with failures, you’ve already succeeded once, haven’t you?”
“I believe in your talent, MOKA. You’ll blow up the entire internet someday.”
Su Li spoke gently, though her mood remained calm and steady.
“Su Li…”
MOKA felt the heaviness inside her ease with Su Li’s words.
But in its place came a sudden, unexplainable wave of emotion.
Su Li understood her!
She gently flipped Su Li’s body around, gazing at her rosy lips, and slowly leaned in for a kiss.
Her inspiration had long since run dry— now, she desperately needed to draw nourishment from Su Li to replenish it.
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