Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

“I’ve been such a slut in my head, Lucas. Fantasizing about strange men running a train on me. Four big cocks stretching my pussy, ass, and throat while I scream like a whore. Would you like that? Seeing your wife get turned into a cum-covered mess?” I was lost in it now—bobbing my head frantically, slurping and gagging, my fingers frantically rubbing my clit under the lingerie. My heavy tits bounced with every movement. I didn’t notice that in my lust-drunk haze, instead of hitting record… I had accidentally started a live stream to my social media. Every filthy moan, every wet suck, every depraved word I spoke was being broadcast live to hundreds of people—supporters, donors, journalists,

The livestream had already begun. The video was live online, and the title said, "Cold-Blooded Cardiologist Dr. Stella Knight Publicly Bows Down and Agrees to Live Consultation". With Duran Group manipulating the traffic behind the scenes, coupled with the lingering heat and fury of yesterday's trending topics, countless people online were aware of the situation, and they were all angry and furious with me while suppressing their anger. It hadn't even been ten minutes since the video went live, and millions of people tuned in at once, leaving live comments that flooded the comments section like a blizzard.

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

Indra was more than happy to be onboard and signed the contract eagerly. Remy waited until she was done before letting out a broad smile. "Alright, let me take you to where the livestreams happen. You can get comfortable with the set, and you'll be able to start tomorrow." "Oh? Isn't this it?" Indra asked. Remy shook his head. "We're a streaming platform, and our working hours run extremely late. We'd be flooded with noise reports if we streamed from here, so our sets are usually out of town."

“Then… let my team do their job.” I nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I won’t betray you. I promise.” Marcus set up the camera quickly. With shaking hands, I sat in front of the laptop, the live feed ready. The countdown on my phone hit 04:12. Four minutes and twelve seconds. I took a deep breath and started the live stream. The red light came on. Millions were already watching the world waiting for my statement. My voice trembled as I spoke directly into the camera.

It wasn't until she got into Larissa's car that she smacked her thigh in triumph and exclaimed, "I remember now! That's the guy from LuminoLive! He tried to get me to join them last time, but I refused." LuminoLive was the only live-streaming platform that could rival StreamWave. The country's most popular anchors were predominantly on these two platforms. Seeing someone having a meal with Lana, it was obvious what it meant. However, it remained unclear whether LuminoLive was attempting to poach Lana or if Lana herself wanted to jump ship.

He then took a deep breath before speaking again. "Yup! Now, prepare it for me." He answered. Everyone did what he asked them to do while Leon went to the kitchen to make some refreshments. The live broadcasting started when Owen face the phone in front of him. Viewers reached over ten thousands just after 2 minutes of airing. "Hello! I'm Owen Cruz. I'm doing this live to answer the rumor that being top one trending for the last 3 days. I'm a bit surprised you know." Leon handed him his cucumber juice and he simply take a sip on it.

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

Sasha smiled: "Allen Peterson, I have something to talk to you!" "What is it?" Allen Peterson wondered, saying that there was something wrong with the live broadcast in Sasha. Moments later, they were in a cafe near the hospital. "Allen Peterson, I won't broadcast live!" Sasha looked at Allen Peterson and said. "What?" Allen Peterson was suddenly taken aback: "You, you said you didn't broadcast live?" Sasha nodded: "Yes, I have stopped broadcasting live now and completely withdrew from the live broadcast industry." Allen Peterson was even more shocked: "You are a well-known big anchor, why don't you broadcast live? Can it be said that the shark fighting platform does not allow you to broadca

Even if she sold at a loss, she knew any man would rather spend his money on Millie. Soon, the livestreaming began. Millie came online right on time. When her face appeared in front of the camera, many people all over the world gasped in surprise. "Holy crap!" Immediately after that, the livestreaming channel was flooded. Countless people joined the channel. Millie didn’t communicate with any of the audience. Instead, she focused on introducing the products. Even then, the products were sold out as soon as they were presented. "Restock! Quickly! Restock!"