Chapter Four [The Secret Diary: The Goddess Behind the Screen, the Spying on Her from the Shadows, and the Invitation to the Comic Con]

May 5th, continuous rain

I've been preparing for tonight's live streaming debut for three whole days.

I registered an account on an underground live streaming platform called "P-Live," with the ID "Succubus." This platform doesn't care about background, only popularity, and the content is much more lenient than legitimate platforms—it's practically a hunting ground tailor-made for me.

At 10 p.m., I adjusted the expensive lighting equipment and pointed the camera at the large bed covered with deep red velvet.

Right now, I'm wearing that new straitjacket leather outfit. The black patent leather clings tightly to my body, accentuating every exaggerated curve. The chest area is open, connected only by a few metal chains, squeezing my large breasts until they seem about to sag. Around my neck is a metal collar, connected to a long iron chain that hangs down to the carpet at my feet.

To maintain an air of mystery, and for safety, I continued wearing the fox mask that only revealed the lower half of my face.

"Beep."

The live stream began.

At first, only a few people joined, but when they saw the screen, the chat exploded.

[Holy crap! Is that body real?] [Those breasts... those legs... they're incredible!] [Is the streamer a newbie? What divine beauty!]

The number of people began to surge. One hundred, five hundred, one thousand…

I didn’t say anything, I just knelt on the bed, slowly adjusting my position. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked my bright red lips, then picked up the iron chain and played with it in my hand, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

"Welcome to my territory, puppies,"

I whispered into the microphone. My voice, processed with a voice changer (though the leather item itself had a built-in voice changer, I added an extra layer of security), carried a regal, queen-like aura.

Gift effects started flooding the screen.

[I want to see legs! Streamer, lift your leg!] [That leather jacket is too sexy, can you pull it open a little?]

Watching the constantly flashing comments, my vanity was greatly satisfied. I obeyed their requests, slowly lifting one leg and placing my foot on the edge of the camera. The toe of my black high heel was pointed directly at the lens, as if it were about to step on the faces of every viewer.

"Want to see? Then show more sincerity."

My fingers slowly slid up the inside of my thigh, pausing at the zipper of my leather jacket, deliberately creating that suffocating suspense.

That night, I only slightly exposed the top of my thighs and made a few provocative moves, and the tips alone exceeded my living expenses for a year.

The internet is truly a crazy world filled with desires.

At the same time, in room 404 of the boys' dormitory,

Lao Wang was wearing headphones, idly scrolling through a live streaming platform known only to seasoned users.

Suddenly, a cover photo caught his attention.

It featured a silver-haired woman in a tight black leather outfit, with an incredibly hot figure. Almost inexplicably, he clicked on it.

The woman on the screen was strutting across the camera with a languid and arrogant posture.

Old Wang's Adam's apple bobbed. She was indeed a beauty.

But as he looked, his brow furrowed.

The woman's movements… that habit of tilting her head slightly to the right… and that hand.

Although the hand was fair and slender, there was a tiny red mole at the base of the thumb.

Old Wang suddenly turned his head and looked at the empty bed opposite him. That was my bed.

He glanced down at his phone screen again.

Even though I'm a guy, I have the same red mole at the base of my right thumb.

It's a scar from when I got drunk in my freshman year of college; I accidentally burned myself with a cigarette butt, and it later turned into a small red dot like a mole.

"Impossible..."

Old Wang muttered to himself, his heart pounding wildly.

His roommate, who usually seemed timid and had recently become a bit effeminate, and this alluring succubus queen on the screen? This was simply a fantasy.

But he couldn't convince himself to ignore that detail.

He didn't send a comment, nor did he exit. He simply clicked "follow" silently, then stared intently at the screen, trying to find more flaws.

On May 20th, a sunny early summer

day, my life was completely split in two.

By day, I was the male college student in a loose T-shirt, always rushing to class with my head down. I tried to minimize communication with people, especially Lao Wang. Lately, the way he looked at me had become increasingly strange; sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night and could even feel him staring at me in the dark. That feeling of being constantly watched made me very uncomfortable, but I just assumed he was still questioning my sexual orientation because of what happened last time.

At night, I'm the top maid at "Nightshade," and also "Succubus," a rising star on P-Live.

Returning to my luxurious apartment from school every day feels like Cinderella putting on her glass slippers. I'm addicted to the feeling of being the center of attention, and to the beauty and power that leather goods bring.

Today, on my way to work at the coffee shop, the manager suddenly

and mysteriously called me aside.

"Xiao Mei, did you know there's a big anime convention in the city next week?"

"I've heard of it," I replied casually, adjusting the hem of my maid outfit.

"The organizers invited our shop to set up a booth, and I'd like you to be our mascot." The shop manager handed me a flyer with various anime characters printed on it. "This is a great opportunity. There will be many photographers, and maybe even talent scouts. If you're willing to go, I can give you this much."

She held up five fingers. Five thousand? No, fifty thousand.

My heart skipped a beat.

It's not just about the money. It's about wanting to be in those kinds of situations. I want to display this perfect body in broad daylight, under the gaze of thousands of people. The thrill of exposing my secret in public makes my legs go weak just thinking about it.

"I'll go," I agreed without hesitation.

Back in my apartment, I started my live stream.

"I have some great news," I said to the camera, waving the comic convention ticket in my hand, "I'll be going to the city's comic convention next Saturday. Dogs who want to see their owners in person, don't miss this opportunity!"

The chat went wild instantly.

【I have to go!】 【Honey, I'm going to meet up with my friend!】 【I'm going to bring my best camera and take tons of pictures!】 Old Wang

from room 404 of the boys' dormitory

watched the live stream on the screen, listening to that familiar yet unfamiliar voice announcing that he was going to the comic convention.

He silently opened the ticketing app and bought a ticket for next Saturday's comic convention.

"Whether it's you or not... we'll find out then."

He looked at the empty bed, his eyes filled with complex emotions. There was shock, doubt, and a hint of anticipation that even he himself didn't realize.