After walking up the stairs to the second floor, Rosy led the two young n to a white wooden door of a forr guest bedroom that had been left unused for ages. She turned to flash a wide smile at Owen and Julian, her large, round eyes sparkling with uncontainable excitent.
Her small hand reached out to grab the doorknob, pushing it wide open while making a cheerful, self-made sound effect.
"Ta-da~!! Welco to... Rosy's upgraded studio!!"
The mont the door swung open, a hidden world was revealed. The sight made Owen and Julian widen their eyes in awe. It was a fully remodeled, high-end streaming studio a surprisingly perfect blend of a dark, edgy 'Gothic' style and a sweet 'Girly' aesthetic.
All four walls were lined with pitch-black acoustic panels, contrasting with the smart LED string lights hidden along the corners and ceiling. They cast a neon purple glow alternating with bright fuchsia, creating an atmosphere that felt mysterious yet deeply seductive.
The lounge corner featured a massive black velvet sofa, prominently decorated with bright pink skull-shaped throw pillows. Beside it sat a giant teddy bear, its cute face offset by a crossbones-patterned bow tied around its neck to maintain the dark tone. Further back, her trusty electric guitar and bass were displayed on stands, a poster of the legendary rock band 'Eclipse' plastered on the wall behind them.
But the true highlight was the 'Streaming Zone' deepest inside.
A massive matte-black L-shaped gaming desk stood imposingly, taking up half the room. Upon it, ultra-thin bezel monitors were lined up magnificently, powered by three high-spec PCs! Every piece of equipnt — the studio-grade condenser microphone, the high-resolution 4K webcam, the keyboard, and the mouse was matte black, emitting perfectly synchronized pinkish-purple RGB lights.
"How is it! Leaves you speechless, doesn't it?" Rosy puffed out her chest proudly.
Owen swept his gaze around the room, genuinely impressed. He had seen streaming rooms before, but this one reflected its owner's identity flawlessly.
"Wow... Not bad at all, Rosy," Owen praised with a faint smile, his eyes full of admiration. "This room captures your rebellious yet cute character one hundred percent."
The complint from her favorite person made the girl's smile reach her eyes. She quickly stepped in to link her arm tightly with Owen's, deliberately pressing her soft chest against him.
But as Owen stepped closer to the desk, he noticed sothing. "Wait a minute... Three computers? One for streaming, one for you... and the third one?"
"That's yours!" Rosy answered clearly, pointing to a high-spec PC and a black-and-pink gaming chair placed right next to hers. "Whenever we play Co-op gas or stream together, you'll have a powerhouse PC ready right next to ."
Owen raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, you invested this much? These aren't cheap... Let help pay for this one."
"No need! Absolutely not!" Rosy imdiately shook her head, puffing out her chest. "I managed the renovation and bought everything for this entire room with a ten-thousand-dollar budget... and every single cent ca from my own streaming revenue!"
The girl's large round eyes looked up at Owen with deep gratitude. "Owen... don't forget that the person who got this many viewers, the person who pushed to earn this much, is you. So... please let use this money to repay you and make things convenient for you. That way, when we stream together, you won't have to exhaust yourself lugging your PC from ho."
Facing those pleading eyes that dealt critical damage, Owen could only sigh softly. He raised his hand to gently pat the girl's head with affection. "Understood... Thank you so much, you little troublemaker."
While the two were lost in their pink world...
"Holy shit!! This is insane!! A top-tier motherboard, the latest series graphics card! And there's even a separate pro-level audio mixer!"
Julian's frantic exclamation interrupted them. The ex-boyfriend had completely entered his 'tech-crazed producer' mode. Unceremoniously dropping his laptop bag on the sofa, he lunged forward to caress the audio mixer and the transparent PC case showcasing the RGB lights, completely infatuated as if admiring priceless treasures.
"You bought two new PCs, Rosy!? One for Owen, and a dedicated broadcasting rig... Oh my god! With these specs, you can stream AAA gas flawlessly without a single stutter!" Julian muttered to himself, his hands expertly beginning to route the various cables.
"Alright, alright, stop geeking out over the gear and get to work, Julian," Owen chuckled in his throat.
"On it, boss!" Julian quickly opened his own laptop, connecting a cable to the main PC to transfer the pre-configured streaming settings.
While waiting for the data to load, Julian turned to discuss work. "Tonight's sponsor is a giant ga publisher. They want us to play the launch demo for their new ga. It's a semi-horror zombie shooter Co-op, focusing on jump scares and teamwork. So, for this livestream to be a hit... I think Owen should play as the carry, with Rosy as the cute support. It'd be great if you could scream when you get scared and hug Owen occasionally. Just don't make it look too staged or over-the-top. The chat loves to ship, but they hate it when their idols are actually dating. What do you guys think?"
"Sounds like fun," Owen nodded in agreent without overthinking it.
"Okay, then it's settled. Rosy, go sit in the main gaming chair. I'll test the cara angles and lighting," Julian ordered in his capacity as director and producer.
"Roger that~ Mr. Producer!"
Rosy playfully saluted before walking over to drop herself into the pink leather gaming chair. She crossed her legs, spinning left and right in a good mood.
However, after only two spins, she stopped dead, suddenly standing up to pull Owen's arm.
"Owen, co try sitting here. The cushion is so soft!"
Owen obediently let himself be pulled, sinking into the chair. But before he could even utter a word about the softness... Rosy did sothing completely unexpected.
Plop~
The girl, flaunting her seductive figure in her gothic punk outfit, slowly lowered her round hips onto Owen's lap as naturally as could be!
"Hey..." Owen paused slightly, his large hands instinctively grabbing her slender waist to keep her from falling off.
Rosy wriggled a little to find the most comfortable spot on his firm lap, before leaning her head affectionately against his broad chest like a little kitten. The faint scent of her vanilla and berry perfu hit the young man's nose fully.
"Hehe... sitting like this is way softer than the chair." Rosy looked up at him with a mischievous smile. "You know what, Owen... I've always wanted a 'secret base' for ga nerds like us, and this room seems to fit the bill perfectly, don't you think?"
"I have to admit, back when I first saw Iris's aweso underground secret lab, I was secretly jealous of her... and look at now, I don't need to be jealous anymore because I have one too!" She thumped her chest, declaring with enthusiasm.
Owen looked deep into the girl's eyes, filled with expectation. He gently tightened his arm around her waist and teased, "The term 'secret base' sounds pretty dangerous, even if it's just a secret base for ga nerds."
"It is dangerous! Because in this base, I make the rules~" She winked at him seductively.
And while their private world was being painted in pink and purple...
Behind the monitor on the other side... Julian, who had just finished connecting the webcam, slowly looked up at the preview screen of the streaming software.
The image displayed was in crisp 4K resolution... The neon purple light cascaded perfectly onto Rosy's hair, highlighting her pale skin... And she was sitting intimately on the lap of Owen, his best friend, with a closeness and unhidden desire.
Julian stared at his 'ex-girlfriend' asserting her ownership over another man's body through the cara lens...
Instead of pain or jealousy surging through him... a satisfied smile slowly crept onto the bespectacled boy's face.
Julian's heart pounded, pumping blood throughout his body until he felt flushed. Seeing his highly respected best buddy possessing the girl who used to be his, up close and in high definition... it ignited the 'primal instincts' and twisted fetishes deep within his mind.
"The image... is perfectly clear..." Julian murmured hoarsely, his eyes behind the glasses glinting fiercely with the fire of enthusiasm.
The atmosphere inside the new streaming studio was filled with their laughter and playful banter.
Knock, knock...
A soft knock ca from the door before it was pushed open. Alicia walked in with a warm smile, carrying a tray of freshly baked, aromatic cookies and chilled fruit juice. But when the mother's eyes caught sight of her mischievous daughter sitting carelessly on the young man's lap, she couldn't help but shake her head lightly, teasing her out of endearnt.
"Oh my~ There are plenty of empty chairs in this room, so why is my daughter sitting on soone like that? Poor Owen must feel so heavy his legs are going numb."
"Mom! I'm not that heavy!" Rosy turned to pout at her mother, sticking out her tongue mischievously. "Besides, Owen isn't complaining. I think you're the one who's jealous of for having such a strong man to sit on!"
"Alright, alright, I yield, you little rascal." Alicia laughed heartily, placing the tray of snacks on the glass table in a good mood before excusing herself, leaving the teenagers to prepare for their work.
...
Ti ticked by until the numbers on the monitor approached 7:00 PM, the scheduled ti to start the livestream.
Rosy glanced at the ti, sighed softly, and reluctantly pulled herself away from Owen's strong embrace.
"It's almost ti..." The girl stood up, stretching slightly to shake off any stiffness, before turning to wink at Owen slyly. "I'm going to excuse myself and change into my 'secret weapon' for tonight's stream. I guarantee it'll be a hit!"
Saying that, she grabbed a large paper bag she had prepared beforehand and strutted into the studio's private bathroom, leaving the two n to wait and finalize the setup.
Ten minutes later... the sound of the bathroom doorknob turning could be heard.
Click...
The mont the door opened and Rosy stepped out to stand amidst the pink and purple neon lights, the sight made both n freeze, stare wide-eyed, and almost stop breathing.
The gothic-punk girl had completely shed her forr skin. She was now wearing a "Sexy Cop" cosplay outfit, custom-designed and hand-tailored by 'Finley' to fit her proportions perfectly down to the last inch.
The dark blue police shirt was deliberately unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing her full, smooth, pale cleavage pushed up to accentuate her feminine charm, making it strikingly prominent. The lower half consisted of tight black shorts showing off her fair legs, paired with black fishnet stockings that dialed up the seductiveness to another level. A thin leather belt cinched her narrow waist, with a pair of shiny silver 'toy handcuffs' holstered at the ready like a crucial prop.
The cosplay was tight, accentuating the girl's curves so much that it could hardly conceal her sex appeal. It looked dangerous, daring, and alluring all at once.
[Illustration of Rosy in her police cosplay V.1]
Owen swallowed quietly. His sharp gaze swept over the girl's proportions. He had to silently acknowledge and praise Finley's skills in his mind. That kid really knew the selling points and understood how to flawlessly bring out Rosy's charm.
As for Julian... his reaction was much more intense. The ex-boyfriend had to raise his hand to push up his slipping glasses. Sweat beaded along his hairline and palms. His heart raced madly with peak excitent. Seeing his ex-girlfriend wearing a seductive cosplay for Owen like that sent the adrenaline pumping through his body until his face flushed bright red.
"R... Ready, right?" Julian swallowed the thick lump in his throat, trying to regain his composure and focus on the job. "Owen... go sit on standby at your chair. And Rosy... you can go stand in front of the main cara and wait for the intro."
Owen nodded and moved to his assigned computer, putting on his gaming headset, while Rosy walked over to pose in front of the main webcam. The ring light perfectly illuminated her beautiful, edgy face.
Julian scanned the stream control software one last ti before raising his hand to give the signal.
"Standby... Three... Two... One... Go Live!"
Ding!
The video feed officially transitioned to the livestream screen.
Rosy flashed a wide smile that was both bright and playful before raising her hand to salute at her eyebrow, posing as a cheeky cop to greet the thousands of waiting viewers.
"Helloooo everyone~!" Her clear voice rang out through the studio-grade microphone. "Welco to the highly requested and long-awaited special collab between 'Rosy Nocturne' and 'Owen Overlord'! And for tonight... Officer Rosy is here to arrest everyone's hearts... along with our handso guest, Owen~!"
Rosy gestured toward Owen, sitting slightly behind her. The young man simply gave a faint smile and waved at the cara naturally.
The mont the video and audio were broadcast, the number of standby viewers skyrocketed from the hundreds, breaking past one thousand... three thousand... and hitting five thousand in less than two minutes!
The chat box flowed like a raging waterfall, the text scrolling by so fast it was almost impossible to read.
[OMG!! The cop outfit!! I'm having a heart attack, Officer!]
[Arrest , Officer! I confess to all charges!]
[This is insane! Rosy's cosplay is doing massive damage!]
[Owennn! You are the most enviable man in the world!]
The viewers were thrilled and practically going crazy seeing Rosy and Owen streaming together again, because the followers of both channels were well aware of the unique "change" in their dynamic.
Normally, when Rosy stread solo, she was a sharp-tongued strear always ready to "clash" with the chat. If soone typed sothing annoying, she would fire back ruthlessly. Not even the heavy spenders who donated thousands of dollars were spared; if they dared to type rude comnts or order her to do things she disliked, she would readily blast them and ban them without caring about the money at all. This had beco her signature "angry, dark strear" persona, and her viewers loved being scolded by her.
However... those rules were imdiately suspended whenever 'Owen' was sitting next to her.
When in front of Owen, the furious Rosy Nocturne would transform into a ta little kitten, acting 100% cuter, more affectionate, and brighter. This complete night-and-day difference was exactly what made the chat and the fanbase hopelessly obsessed with the two of them.
Bling! Bling! Bling!
[User: DarkKnight donated $50 - "Please put Owen in handcuffs, Officer!"]
[User: SimpLord donated $100 - "Rosy is so freakin' cute! She's not even yelling at the chat today, fitting that Owen's here to keep her in check!"]
The donation sound effects rang out rapidly. Gold coin graphics and support ssages popped up on the screen continuously. The donation amount surged wildly even before they had started the ga.
Behind the screen... Julian, sitting behind the monitor, watched the viewer count surpassing ten thousand and the donations flowing in like a river. A winner's smirk appeared on the young producer's face...
Everything was proceeding exactly according to their plan. Tonight... it wasn't just the view count that would explode, but the deep desires in his heart were also about to be fulfilled!
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