"Kinda interesting."
Far from being discouraged, Lin Feng found it even more challenging.
So it's just ten grand?
He rubbed his chin. Anyway, the system mission only said "lure an immortal maiden" — didn't specify it had to be Su Qingwen.
He could totally pick another streamer, blow ten grand to level up, knock out that "corruption value" mission at the same time!
Spend ten grand, earn twenty grand, net ten grand profit plus a Core Point? Hell yes, that's a solid deal!
Made up his mind, Lin Feng started speed-scrolling through the livestream lobby.
His goal was crystal clear:
First, skip the mega-popular top streamers with hundreds of thousands or millions of viewers. Those girls' top donors throw down tens of thousands in a single night like it's nothing. If he tossed in his ten grand, it wouldn't even make a ripple — they wouldn't give him a second glance, let alone chat about "corruption."
Second, skip the ones dressed super skimpy doing super provocative moves. Their "corruption value" was already maxed out; doing borderline stuff was just daily routine for them, zero shame involved. Throwing money at them? Forget +20 corruption — even +1 would be a miracle.
He needed someone who still looked kinda innocent, kinda shy, with moderate popularity, the type who'd hesitate, push back a little, then give in.
Only by breaking that kind of "maiden's" limits with money — making her do things she'd normally never dare — could the shame and forbidden thrill skyrocket her corruption value.
His fingers flew across the screen, eyes sharp as a hawk's.
Pretty soon, a stream thumbnail caught his eye.
It showed a girl in a white sundress sitting on a park bench, apparently doing an outdoor livestream.
Stream title was simple: [First outdoor stream, kinda nervous].
Viewer count? Just over 200.
Bingo.
Lin Feng clicked in without hesitation.
On-screen, the girl looked about eighteen or nineteen, hair in a neat bun, light makeup that still showed off her natural good looks — delicate features, fair skin.
She seemed uncomfortable in front of the camera, avoiding direct eye contact, hands nervously clutching her skirt hem as she whispered, "Welcome… welcome, new viewers."
"I'm Mengmeng, studying vocal music at the conservatory. I can… I can sing for you."
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a barely noticeable tremor of nerves.
Live chat was sparse:
[How old are you, sis?]
[Singing's boring, do a dance!]
[Point the camera lower, show us your legs!]
Hearing those comments, her cheeks flushed visibly. She bit her lip, unsure, but still murmured, "I… I can't dance…"
Lin Feng grinned.
Perfect target.
Chat kept rolling:
[Singing's lame, give us something spicy!]
[Come on, can't even shake your hips and you expect gifts?]
Then a golden comment zipped by — user "Creepy Uncle Loves Lolis" sent a Sports Car worth ¥100.
Gift animation exploded on-screen.
Mengmeng's eyes lit up; she thanked him, flustered and grateful, "Wow! Thank you… thank you, Creepy Uncle, for the sports car!"
¥100 wasn't small change to her. Secretly thrilled, she realized earning pocket money through streaming might actually work.
Before she could enjoy it long, the "Creepy Uncle" fired back:
[Singing's no fun, bro. This sports car isn't free. Do a few of those 'mmm' sounds from movies, make me feel good, then it's worth it.]
Her smile froze.
She really was a first-year vocal student. Parents gave her just ¥1,000/month — tight in Jiangcheng. She had a boyfriend since high school, over a year together, solid relationship. But he was also from a modest background. Thoughtful, she always insisted on AA dates to avoid burdening him.
Earlier, they'd celebrated starting college with hotpot, cost almost ¥400, she paid her half — ¥200. It was barely the start of the month, but she only had ¥800 left. Compared to her dormmates buying hundreds in makeup and clothes, even one more date might leave her eating cheap meals for the rest of the month.
So she'd worked up the courage to try earning extra cash with her decade-plus of vocal training on this platform.
She knew it was full of creeps, had steeled herself. Still, she hadn't expected someone to come right out with something that sleazy.
Make those kinds of sounds? Her mind flashed to unhealthy images, face burning. She knew fast money meant dropping "modesty" like the popular streamers — shaking hips, black stockings, calling top donors "hubby" or "big brother."
But… she couldn't do it. Not yet. Couldn't cross that mental line.
Still, the lure of the ¥100 sports car was huge — enough for a movie date with her boyfriend.
The "Creepy Uncle" kept pressing:
[Why no sounds? Don't want the gift?]
[Hurry up, bro's waiting!]
Mengmeng bit her lip, torn inside. Guilt over taking money for a favor won over shame.
She took a deep breath, faced the phone, and in a mosquito-whisper hummed twice:
"Mmm… mmm…"
Naturally sweet and soft-voiced, now laced with tension and embarrassment, it sent an odd shiver down the spine.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" shows inner struggle, corruption tendency detected! Corruption Value +1]
[Current Corruption Value: 15]
[Ding! Increase unrelated to host, mission progress 0/20!]
Lin Feng's lips curled — we're getting somewhere.
But the "Creepy Uncle" blew up:
[What the hell? That's it? I drop ¥100 for that? I wanted the bed moans, sexy and slutty! That's just baby humming!]
[Refund! Trash streamer! Waste of my feelings!]
Others joined the pile-on:
[Exactly! Trying to fool who? Refund!]
[I dropped my pants for this? Refund!]
"Refund" panic-struck her. Platform takes half the gift revenue, so she'd only get ¥50. Returning ¥100 meant paying ¥50 out of pocket — impossible on her budget.
Tears nearly spilled as she begged, voice cracking, "Sorry… sorry, bros, I… I can't… please don't refund…"
The more pitiful she acted, the more excited they got:
[Can't? Learn then!]
[Do it now, do it well, and I'll drop ten more sports cars!]
On the verge of tears, clueless what to do —
Suddenly, golden animations flooded the screen, blocking everything else:
["Ferry Me, Not Her" has sent Super Rocket x10!]