Chapter 231 - 230: ’Forced Plot’ in the Live Stream

"Don’t! Sir, I’m begging you, please let me go. My mother is sick in the hospital and I really need the money. If you file a complaint, I’ll lose my job!"

Xu Qian lowered her head, pretending to cry.

"How much money do you want? I’ll give it to you. As long as you take good care of me, anything is negotiable."

Yang Xun chuckled slyly, grabbing Xu Qian’s arm and pushing her down onto the bed.

The warm, yellow light was seductive, and the clever camera angle clearly captured the scene of Xu Qian being pinned to the massage table.

As she struggled, the strap of her top slipped down, revealing a delicate collarbone and the pale curve of her shoulder. The corners of her eyes were red, and a trembling plea escaped her lips, "Sir... please don’t... I’m just a masseuse. I don’t provide *that kind* of service..."

"You don’t?"

Yang Xun’s voice was low and raspy, carrying an oppressive weight that brooked no refusal.

He braced one hand on the bed next to Xu Qian’s ear while his other hand slowly, deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a firm chest. His tone was full of playful menace. "Little lady, you’re the one who lit my fire. And now you’re telling me you don’t provide the service? That’s not right, is it?"

Xu Qian bit her lip. Her peach-blossom eyes glistened with unshed tears, looking as if she might cry at any moment. "I... I really can’t... I’m just here to work..."

"Then where were your hands wandering during the massage?"

Yang Xun leaned in close, his nose almost touching hers. His hot breath fanned across her face. "Little lady, you’re the one who started this."

The chat instantly exploded.

"This plot is getting interesting!!!"

"The guy and Qianqian’s acting is too good. It’s a shame they’re not making movies."

"My legs have gone weak. This is so immersive, I feel like I’m the masseuse being pinned to the bed!!"

"Gifts sent! Keep going! Don’t stop!"

Special effects flashed wildly in the livestream as rockets, sports cars, and castles were spammed across the screen as if they were free.

Out of the corner of her eye, Xu Qian saw the numbers rapidly climbing. She was ecstatic, but her face remained a mask of terror and distress.

Yang Xun’s hand slid slowly up her calf, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure as they grazed, almost imperceptibly, against her sensitive inner thigh.

"Sir... don’t..."

Xu Qian’s voice trembled, but she didn’t truly struggle.

She turned her head slightly, exposing her long, fair neck like a fawn cornered by a hunter.

Yang Xun gave a wicked smirk and yanked on her dress. The straps snapped, unable to contain the vast expanse of her porcelain skin.

Then he suddenly flipped her over, leaving her facedown on the massage table.

Xu Qian let out a short cry of surprise. The movement caused her hemline to ride up, revealing a pale thigh edged in black lace.

"Little lady, your massage technique is no good."

Yang Xun quirked his lips at the camera, his large hand landing on the small of Xu Qian’s back. He traced the line of her spine, sliding slowly downward. "Now *this* is a real ’deep-tissue massage.’"

"His fingers are so long!!"

"I want that handsome guy to massage me too!"

"Begging for the booking link!! I want it now!!"

Xu Qian lay facedown on the bed, her face buried in the crook of her arm, the tips of her ears bright red.

’She had only intended to act out a little scene, but she hadn’t expected this guy Yang Xun to have such a flair for the dramatic. He kept throwing one line after another at her, making her own acting skills look childish in comparison.’

’Still... he’s actually pretty handsome when he gets into character.’

For the next half hour, the two of them worked together in perfect sync, pushing the "masseuse gets forced" scenario to its absolute limit.

Yang Xun’s touch alternated between gentle and domineering, while Xu Qian’s moans escalated, layer by layer, from suppressed to unrestrained.

By the end, she was trembling all over as she lay on the bed, unable to even lift a finger. Her delicate little face was flushed with the afterglow of passion.

The gifts in the livestream were going crazy.

"Streamer! I want to book an appointment!! What number am I in the queue?!"

"I screen-recorded that last move in slow-mo and watched it twenty times!"

"Girls, don’t fight me for a spot, I already DMed the streamer!!"

"That’s not a massage, that’s soul therapy!!"

Xu Qian lay on the bed panting for a while before slowly pushing herself into a sitting position.

She looked down and straightened her wrinkled uniform, her cheeks still tinged with a lingering blush. She gave the camera a shy but sweet smile. "Alright, girls... that’s all for today’s stream! If you want to book an appointment with this handsome guy, remember to DM me. Spots are limited, first come, first served~"

"Streamer! Encore!!"

"I’m not leaving! I want to see more!"

"I’ll send ten rockets for another round!"

Xu Qian pretended to bite her lip, looking troubled. Then, she blinked her peach-blossom eyes and turned off the streaming equipment with an apologetic look.

She collapsed onto the sofa and let out a long, heavy breath.

"Oh my god..."

She picked up her phone to check the backend data, and her peach-blossom eyes went wide. "Tonight... tonight we made 350,000 from gifts alone?!"

She whipped her head around to look at Yang Xun, her eyes shining. "Yang Xun! You really are my money tree!"

Yang Xun was leaning against the window drinking water. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow. "So? Does that mean I get a raise?"

"A raise! You’re definitely getting a raise!"

Xu Qian leaped up from the sofa, ran over to him, and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Starting tomorrow, your cut goes up by another ten percent!"

Yang Xun froze for a moment, then touched the spot she had kissed. The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

"Well now, it’s rare to see my dear sister-in-law being so generous."

"Hmph, when have I ever been stingy?"

Xu Qian glared at him, but she couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes.

She looked at Yang Xun and suddenly thought that even though the man was a bit of an asshole, he could be quite charming at times.

’Not only is he exceptionally talented, but he’s always so cooperative during the livestreams. He never talks too much or tries to bargain.’

’He may have taken her first time... but she didn’t hate him for it as much anymore.’

’After all, she’d enjoyed it too, hadn’t she?’

"Alright, that’s it for tonight. Go get some rest. We have two clients tomorrow!"

Xu Qian clapped her hands, her tone returning to its usual lazy, casual drawl.

"I didn’t go home yesterday. I’m going back today, want to come with?"

Yang Xun said as he got dressed.

"I don’t think I’ll go back."

Xu Qian shook her head, feeling a strange sense of melancholy.

’If she went home with Yang Xun this late at night, anyone could tell something was off between them. She was worried her sister would get suspicious.’

’A wave of guilt washed over her at the thought.’

Yang Xun nodded. He didn’t try to persuade her, just picked up his jacket and headed for the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and glanced back at Xu Qian.

"Get some rest."

"Okay!"

Xu Qian replied, then stood up and went into the bathroom.