Chapter 448: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish is a Big Eater (2)

Chapter 448 Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish Has a Huge Appetite (2)

The person in charge had no idea what Song Chuyi was thinking and continued urging, "Your monthly streaming target is 500,000. Since it's your first day, we'll go easy on you."

"But you still need to pull in at least 1,000, got it?"

Song Chuyi: "..."

He thought for a moment and asked, "Can I break stones on my chest for the viewers?"

The person in charge rolled his eyes. "Who wants to watch that? Mutants are so tough they could smash rocks with their hair, let alone their chests."

"Mutants prefer weak, delicate types—the more fragile, the better."

"Best if you can act like you're fighting back tears, but don’t actually cry."

"Those Mutants are freaks—they love the delicate-but-tough type. You have to nail that sweet spot."

Song Chuyi: "..."

"Is our audience only Mutants?" he asked.

The person in charge shook his head. "No, but they’re the ones with the most money."

He checked the time. "Alright, hurry up and start streaming. Don’t waste my time here."

"Your first stream must last at least two hours, but if you’re skilled enough to hit 100,000, you can bail early."

Song Chuyi gave a light laugh. "Sure."

The person in charge had been about to say, "Like that'll happen," but paused at that laugh.

Only then did he take a closer look at Song Chuyi. He’d always known this young man was stunning—otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to talk him into streaming.

But before, he’d thought his beauty carried a hint of cluelessness—nice to look at, but breakable.

Now, however, he was not only stunning but also had this quiet toughness about him.

Right up their alley.

Song Chuyi ignored the person in charge and sat down at the streaming gear, turning on the computer.

The person in charge shot him a look before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Now, the small room held only Song Chuyi.

Well… and the transparent jellyfish still perched on his shoulder.

The jellyfish barely registered—easy to miss if one wasn’t paying attention.

Since the troublemaker was quiet, Song Chuyi didn’t disturb him.

He opened the streaming platform, adjusted the settings, turned off the default beauty filters, and finally started the stream.

As expected, no one tuned in at first.

Song Chuyi picked up his phone and scrolled through other streams. Hmm… most were doing softcore stuff.

And just as the person in charge had said, the streamers—regardless of gender—were all waif-thin and fragile, as if they’d break if you breathed on them. Exactly the delicate little things the Mutants loved.

Especially in some livestreams where the outfits are thin and sheer, showcasing delicate necks and waists, gift animations keep popping up nonstop—probably pulling in tens of thousands in revenue per minute.

It seems these Mutants really do favor this vulnerable aesthetic.

Just as he was thinking this, a comment popped up in his livestream:

"Why aren’t you wearing a skirt? Go change into one now."

This only viewer was clearly the handler from earlier.

Song Chuyi sighed softly. Did he really have to wear a skirt?

The handler kept pressing:

"Failing to meet standards in your first livestream will result in termination."

"The breach penalty is ten million. Up to you."

Song Chuyi: ...

Selling the jellyfish wouldn’t even cover ten million.

Song Chuyi could only nod. "Fine."

He got up and walked to the clothing rack, where the skirts were all extremely revealing—not only spaghetti-strap but also very short.

Given his height, standing in those skirts wouldn’t even cover his rear.

Blatantly risqué.

Song Chuyi had no choice but to pick a black slip dress that was just long enough to barely cover his hips.

He pulled the curtain and changed into the dress—though he only took off his top, still wearing his pants underneath.

Returning to the camera, he gave a slight blink.

The handler commented again: "Wig!"

Song Chuyi: ... Damn, so picky.

He casually grabbed a black wig nearby, put it on, and turned back to the camera.

This had to be good enough, right?

...

The handler seemed pleased, but the jellyfish clinging to his shoulder wasn't having it.

Without the barrier of clothing, it could sense the human's body heat even more intensely.

A warmth unlike anything it had known.

But once the wig was on, the dangling black hair fell onto its body.

It felt wrong.

The jellyfish wriggled uncomfortably.

And then, it wound up right against Song Chuyi’s chest.

Song Chuyi could clearly feel the sticky tentacles pressing against his skin.

But he couldn’t say anything and had to let the jellyfish stay put on his chest.

After crossdressing, the live stream started attracting viewers.

The comments began pouring in as well.

"Wow, what a pretty lady! *Mwah* *mwah*!"

"Daaamn! Total babe!"

"Sheeeesh, what talents do you have? Dance for us?"

...

Seeing the audience arrive, Song Chuyi smiled slightly.

"Hey guys, I’m newbie streamer Chuyi. You can just call me Chuyi."

"I’m not really talented. Wanna just hang and talk?"

"Or let’s chill and chat?"

He started interacting with viewers.

"Tianlanlan cutie, what kind of story would you like to hear?"

The mentioned fan instantly typed excitedly, "Anything is fine!"

"Make it sexy!"

Song Chuyi: WTF?

Wait, can you even talk about that on a live stream?

As he was thinking, another comment popped up.

"Can you do an ice cream ASMR?"

No need to ask—it was definitely meant to be sexy.

Song Chuyi rested his cheek on one hand while lightly tapping the table with the other.

His fingertips, lightly pink, made a nice, crisp sound against the table.

Another bold comment appeared.

"OMG yes! So good! Keep tapping the table, streamer!"

Song Chuyi paused his fingers, got an idea.

"It’s late. Let me help y’all sleep."

He fiddled with his mic. Since he didn’t have any tools nearby, he lightly tapped the table to create some calming tapping sounds.

"User Insomniac donated 1000 coins."

His eyebrows shot up. The coins equaled 1000 real bucks.

His goal for the first live stream had already been achieved.

Just as he was thinking, another comment floated by.

"Streamer, why is your collarbone red? It looks so [sensational]."

Song Chuyi: "..."

He glanced at himself in the camera view.

His fair collarbone was marked by a vivid red, as if someone had left a bruising kiss there.

That flush gradually spread to his chest, stopping where the black fabric concealed it, teasing the imagination.

The transparent jellyfish wriggled, its tiny tentacles leaving faint red marks, drawing attention.