MOKA stared longingly at Su Li’s back, the exquisite curve of it sparking a sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss it fiercely.
But reason took over— she knew that Su Li’s back was a canvas for the lyrics she was about to write.
She let the crimson-stained liquid, already mixed with blood on her fingertips, drip slowly onto Su Li’s lower back before she finally snapped out of her daze.
The drops landed like ink falling into the sea, spreading ripples across Su Li’s pale, delicate skin.
As MOKA watched her own marks gradually appear on Su Li’s back, she swallowed instinctively.
Her heart pounded wildly, the corners of her lips curled upward without her realizing, and a glint of joy flickered in her eyes.
It was like staining a pure, spotless sheet of white paper with her own imprint.
The thought made her want to hum with delight.
She wanted to destroy Su Li’s pristine purity, to leave her own mark on her.
The only pity was that the fluid on her body would eventually be washed away.
There was no way to brand Su Li permanently with her mark.
MOKA didn’t dwell on it further. Instead, she began at Su Li’s neck, recording the flood of inspiration pouring from her mind.
She wrote fiercely, passionately, imprinting her own presence onto Su Li’s back.
When a line needed emphasis, she used her nails to carve it in, murmuring the lyrics softly as she wrote.
Su Li could feel the tingling sensation, but her mood remained flat.
Her phone had been taken away the moment she entered— otherwise, she could’ve been scrolling through it to kill time.
There was no telling how long MOKA’s creative process would take.
Once she finished, the session would be over, and Su Li could walk away with her payment.
So she began calculating the cost of this job.
The kiss at the beginning was just an appetizer. Injuring her body by the end would demand a high price.
As for writing on her skin, that had its own fee as well.
The cost of making the ink might be waived, but the service involved in creating it was the real charge.
Feeling the weight on her body shift lower, Su Li noticed MOKA had moved from sitting on her thighs to sitting directly on the bed.
The final line of lyrics was written on her ankle.
Looking at the finished artwork, MOKA’s face lit up with satisfaction.
It felt as if she had one foot through the doors of the temple of “art,” or rather, that this— this very moment— was what art and music truly meant.
MOKA began to understand why she had always been so frustrated with songwriting.
Those stiff, forced phrases strung together with effort weren’t real music.
The works that mimicked others’ rhythm and tempo were not real music either.
They would never understand how she felt in this moment.
MOKA’s body trembled uncontrollably. She could feel it— this creation was more successful than anything she had ever made before!
It was destined to go viral again!
She was a true genius!
“Su Li, I need to document these lyrics I’ve written.”
MOKA spoke softly, but her tone left no room for argument.
Her work wasn’t just the lyrics— it included Su Li as well.
“Taking pictures is a separate fee, you should know that. And you can’t use my photos for anything else—only for recording the lyrics.”
“For this session, I… I’ll pay you a hundred thousand yuan. Don’t worry, I would never leak your photos. That would be disrespectful to my work.”
MOKA finally said it. She had hesitated, torn, but in the end she stood firm.
This piece was worth far more than a hundred thousand— possibly much more.
It could bring her tons of fans and recognition.
Just her last song had gained her hundreds of thousands of followers overnight, let alone this one.
This was a deal she couldn’t possibly lose.
“Alright.”
Su Li nodded, remaining prone on the bed. The sound of the flash echoed in her ears, but she didn’t care.
When it was all over, MOKA stared at the photos on her phone, gently stroking the screen with her fingers, her eyes burning with the desire for success and the appreciation of her own art.
This—this was what art should be!
There was a hint of madness in MOKA’s gaze, while Su Li slowly rose from the bed. She glanced at the 100,000 yuan transfer and said nothing more.
“Wait.”
Just as Su Li was about to get up and leave, MOKA spoke slowly, stopping her.
Su Li looked at MOKA with a bit of confusion, unsure if there was some other service she was expected to provide.
“Go wash the lyrics off your body before you leave.”
MOKA emphasized seriously— she didn’t want Su Li walking out with her creation still on her body.
If Su Li had ulterior motives and leaked the lyrics early, it would cost MOKA dearly.
Even if she later posted Su Li’s photos to prove the originality of her work, there would still be a bunch of annoying people picking it apart, trying to dig up more dirt about her.
That wouldn’t be good for her path to fame.
Su Li didn’t say much. She just walked into the nearby bathroom and began washing herself.
As the sound of running water filled the room, MOKA gradually shifted her gaze from her phone to the bathroom, staring at the reflection on the glass.
A wave of vague, indescribable disappointment washed over her.
But she quickly realized where that feeling came from.
It was regret over the destruction of her art.
The marks she had left on Su Li’s body would be washed away with this shower.
Su Li, once covered in her imprint, would return to being a blank sheet of paper.
By the time Su Li finished cleaning up and came out, MOKA was still sitting on the bed, clutching her phone tightly, staring toward the bathroom, lost in thought.
Su Li didn’t say another word to MOKA. She just left the room on her own.
After retrieving her phone from the assistant, she glanced at her earnings and felt her mood lift slightly.
Although the job had been a bit exhausting— mentally, not physically— she had basically just laid on the bed after servicing MOKA. Still, she felt reasonably satisfied.
As long as the client paid, she was fine with whatever they wanted.
After all, no matter what kind of injury she suffered, she healed quickly.
No matter the request, she never got emotional.
No matter what it was, she never refused— so long as the price was right.
While washing up, Su Li had noticed that the bite mark on her neck from MOKA had already faded significantly.
By the time she got home, it would probably be completely healed.
After just a few steps, Su Li touched her neck again. There was no sensation, nothing unusual— as if the wound had never existed.
The healing process seemed to be even faster than she had expected.