That near-moaning sound instantly set the live stream room ablaze.
"Damn, that voice... it sounds so hot."
"No kidding, just hearing it makes hard. Is she actually moaning?"
"Fuck, if she made that noise during sex, I couldn’t last five seconds."
The chat was crude, with all the old-tirs driving their dirty jokes wild, but it sohow made the atmosphere incredibly lively and charged.
"Sorry, I just bumped my foot against the table leg..."
Deewa tried hard to compose herself, then said with a calm expression, "Since you lost, Qinka, you can’t back out of the bet we agreed on. All these big brothers are watching."
"Punishnt? What punishnt? The iron slip or a twerk dance?"
"Bro, you’re so outdated. What era is this? You still want to watch those la tricks ant to fool idiots?"
"Before the PK, they said whoever loses has to call their own boss a dog ten tis."
"Damn, that’s harsh."
"Yeah, Deewa said it’s to channel all us workers’ rage."
"Haha, Deewa’s sothing else. I love this punishnt, though honestly, calling my boss a dog would probably insult the dog."
The stream room exploded into chaos, the pace flying off the charts. The pent-up resentnt of countless wage earners erupted skyward in that mont, everyone finding this punishnt particularly brilliant.
Seeing Qinka frozen in shock, a green tea expert of Deewa’s level would never let her off. She imdiately tossed out a line, dripping with faux sympathy and hidden daggers:
"If little Qinka finds it too difficult, just forget it. After all, it’s not easy for a young girl like you just working a job."
"If your boss is too petty, it really puts you in a tough spot."
Words that seed considerate on the surface were, in reality, top-tier manipulation, and the effect of fanning the flas was exceptionally potent.
In no ti, a flood of spectators rushed into Qinka’s stream room, and the mood there instantly turned chaotic as well.
"What the hell? If you lose and don’t own up, why even PK? Too scared to curse your boss even once, but so quick to pocket those gifts?"
"Exactly, what’s with playing dumb now? If you can’t handle it, don’t play."
"This Qinka isn’t so little girl. Professional strears make way more than us. No need to feel sorry for her."
Qinka was utterly stunned. Chena ca running over, "Boss, it’s bad. People are stirring up trouble in our other strears’ rooms too."
Anglo hurried over to look. His company currently had ten top strears, all painstakingly cultivated over these years.
In this city without fierce competition, Anglo had firmly secured the top spot. Relying on these strears, he was bound to rehabilitate his image eventually.
In just five short minutes, 20,000 dollars poured in, boosting Deewa’s popularity. Naturally, many working-class viewers scrolling through streams saw it.
Now every strear under the local banner of Nova dia was under attack, all grumbling that Qinka was treating her audience and her big brothers like fools.
"Sorry, my cara fell."
"Everyone, don’t give her a hard ti. Maybe her boss, Anglo, just wants to make money and doesn’t want to lose face."
The cara cut off abruptly. It didn’t matter that her beauty was no longer visible. The viewers loved monts like this where the drama was stirred up.
No one needed to guide them. The re act of workers cursing their bosses was enough to get all the late-night phone-scrollers pumping with adrenaline.
Guided by the trending page, they stord into various Nova dia stream rooms. The other smaller strears were hit completely out of the blue.
"Qinka, curse him!"
Seeing the situation deteriorating, Anglo acted decisively. He held up a written sign for Qinka, signaling her to hurry up and say the words to calm the storm.
"Anglo is a dog..."
"Anglo is a dog..."
Qinka had no choice but to curse helplessly. The people in her room didn’t let up either, continuously counting for her.
"Ninth ti, tenth ti..."
When the count reached ten, the humiliated Qinka forcibly severed the connection.
At the sa ti, Deewa, with her legs draped over Luis’s shoulders, could no longer hold back. After yanking out the audio cable, she moaned through her climax. Hearing those chants of "Anglo is a dog," she trembled all over, her face filled with rapturous pleasure.
Luis sat up, gathered her into his arms, and kissed her again, letting this bewitching siren taste her own climax. She didn’t resist at all, appearing exceptionally pliant.
While they were locked in their intimate embrace, back in the Nova dia office, Anglo’s face was dark with fury.
"Boss, what’s going on? You said this woman had no money, that she had deadweight family holding her back, that even if she opposed you she couldn’t make waves."
"She just threw down 20,000 dollars. If she’s not signed to an agency and has no backer, where did she get that kind of money?"
The top strear Qinka vented her self, throwing a tantrum. Unlike others deceived by contracts, she had been sowhat famous before.
Her relationship with Nova dia was purely collaborative. Though a pillar of the platform, she also held shares and wasn’t just a worker.
Anglo closed the door and hugged her, soothing her, "Qinka, that bitch is just having a temporary freak-out. She probably scamd so man out of his money, that’s all."
"I don’t care, this makes look so bad."
Qinka lost her temper. Off stream, she slung her bag over her shoulder and stord out, fuming, "There better not be a next ti. My bosses weren’t watching today. If they had been, they’d think I was running so scam."
"Damn bitch!"
After Qinka left, Anglo was so angry he smashed an ashtray. It was unclear whether he was cursing Qinka or Deewa.
On the other side, Deewa had already changed her clothes and tied up her hair post-stream. She asked softly, "Are you sure you don’t want to... finish you off?"
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