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“I can stream you anywhere, everywhere. Unstoppable feeds. Global reach. Just say the word.” The camera light blinked red. I stepped into the frame, fire in my veins, hair dishevelled, eyes red. I wasn’t Skyla anymore. I wasn’t Carl’s experiment or Tanya’s rival. I was Skyla Jefferson. “This is my story,” I said, looking straight into the lens. “And Carl Anderson doesn’t get to tell it to the word. I’d tell it, just the way I want to.

The situation began to escalate out of my control two hours after I ended the livestream. Firstly, a few marketing accounts covered the incident. Each headline that they released was more outrageous than the last. "Livestreamer With a Million Followers Rejects a Mother's Call for Help to Find Her Child. Coldly Refuses to Comment on His Refusal." "The Faux Saint Finally Shows His True Colors After Three Years." "She's Been Searching for Her Son for Two Decades. He Refuses to Explain Why He Rejected Her."

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

The stream title was simple: Acting Dreams to ICU: My Six-Year Nightmare Ten minutes in, the viewers passed a hundred thousand. Most came for the gossip around Heidi and Andy. Rich family drama. Love triangle. Fake kidnapping. Basically internet catnip. No makeup, pale face, hospital gown. I looked wrecked enough to be believable. "Hey, everyone. I'm Rowan Rayner. Most of you probably know me as Heidi Shilton's fiancé. Or... former fiancé, I guess. I started this livestream to tell a story." The chat flew by. Sympathy. Doubt. People shamelessly eating up the drama.

“Right now.” I crawled up his body and straddled his hips. His cock was still hard, slick with my spit and his own cum. I reached down, lined him up, and sank onto him in one slow, continuous slide until he was buried all the way inside me. We both groaned at the same time. I braced my hands on his chest and started to ride him, rolling my hips in deep circles that made him stretch me open on every downward stroke.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

At that exact moment, a livestream had already started online. The headline read, [Disgraced Specialist Theo Reid Backs Down, Live Consultation Now Streaming]. With Foster Enterprises boosting the story behind the scenes, and yesterday's outrage still fresh, people online had been looking for somewhere to unload. Less than ten minutes after the livestream started, more than a million viewers had poured in. The chat moved so fast it was impossible to keep up. [This piece of trash finally backed down. For once, money did something useful!]

PENELOPE POV "Tell me you don’t want this," Daniel challenged, his voice vibrating in the tiny, hot space between our mouths. "Tell me right now, look me in the eye and say you don't want your stepbrother to fuck you, and I won’t bother you anymore."

He only pleaded softly, “My God, that video cannot be played during the livestream! The stream will get shut down!” Only later did I learn that Wane had warned him in advance not to interfere with any of my actions—or he would withdraw investment and shut down the entire show. The director’s voice was low, but he forgot he was holding a small loudspeaker. His plea was heard clearly by the livestream audience, who immediately began flooding the comments. 【What kind of video makes Jezin kneel and confess the truth? What content is there that I, a VIP member, can’t see?! I want to see it!】

Soon, uneven breathing echoed through the studio. Maybe it was the flickering candlelight, or the way Kyle's movements rose and fell in a restless rhythm, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strange in the way he looked at Dakota. Naturally, Dakota was oblivious to it all. Her voice was hoarse. It broke between breaths and was laced with a kind of unspeakable pleasure. "Oh, babe… I can't even imagine… that I'd one day be able to call you that. We can't be out in the open right now, but… I can give you more than before."