Chapter 453: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish is a Big Eater (7)

Chapter 453 Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish Has a Huge Appetite (7)

This soft, fragile yet glowing youth was willing to go out of his way for them.

How fortunate they were.

Tips poured in instantly.

Song Chuyi was still keeping track of time.

"One minute to go!"

The youth's purposely softened voice carried a hint of warmth, reminding them that time was almost up.

Someone suddenly realized and looked back at the photo.

The youth was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, slightly oversized, completely concealing his slender waist.

He wasn’t wearing a wig, appearing less delicate than usual, but that did nothing to diminish the charm of his delicate, beautiful face.

The colors in the photo weren’t particularly vibrant—cool black and dull brown formed the entire background.

Yet no one would describe it as a depressing photo.

On the contrary, because of the youth’s presence, it was like a warm sunbeam piercing through a cold winter’s day.

Soaked in this warmth, they even felt their bodies grow warmer.

At this moment, everyone seemed too captivated by his looks, forgetting the purpose of examining the photo.

In the livestream, Song Chuyi raised three fingers.

"Only three seconds!"

"Three."

As the countdown began, someone finally typed in the chat.

"Under the left foot—it’s being stepped on by the streamer."

Song Chuyi saw the comment and gave a smiling nod.

"Bingo!"

"Since this cutie is the first and only one to get it right, I’ll take their dare now."

Tips kept rolling in, but few spoke in the chat.

Everyone was glued to the photo.

This time, their attention was drawn to the youth’s feet.

His toes, pinkish, were squishing the transparent jellyfish.

The jellyfish was squished underfoot, blending into the carpet—hard to spot if one wasn’t paying attention.

Yet the youth’s toes twitched slightly, as if startled by its coldness.

Or perhaps he felt a little guilty for stepping on it, making his toes squirm uneasily.

But he was putting so much force into it, like a little brat acting well-behaved on the surface while secretly determined to crush those in power beneath his feet.

How perfect.

Some long-empty part of them was suddenly filled at this moment, so no one would admit their feelings in the comments.

Too shameful to admit.

Getting pleasure from being stepped on by the boy was a secret the Mutants would never dare confess.

Yet their constant tapping of the tipping button seemed to betray them.

But they couldn’t control their bodies begging to kneel and submit to him.

Song Chuyi stared at the flood of tips and the empty comment section, completely confused.

Did Mutants really hate talking this much?

His long lashes quivered as he chuckled.

"Hey, where’s that cutie from earlier?"

Finally, a user with the nickname "Wolf" posted a comment.

"Can you give me your foot size, streamer? I want to make a cast of them myself."

Song Chuyi: ???

You Mutants are seriously a bit kinky.

"No can do," he propped his cheek on one hand. "This is supposed to be my punishment, and that doesn’t count."

This time, it took a full minute before "Wolf" commented again.

"Do a dance in a dress, then."

Song Chuyi: …

Giving his foot size wouldn't have been that bad.

But since he’d already refused, he couldn’t take it back.

He'd purposely skipped wearing women’s clothing today to make it clear he was a guy.

Mainly because the outfits the manager had prepared were way too skimpy.

Better to come clean sooner rather than later.

Still, today had gone completely differently than he expected.

Not a single comment criticized him for deception or wearing women’s clothing.

Had the manager been right all along? Were Mutants this kinky?

While he was spacing out, Fifteen quietly crawled onto his shoulder.

From this perch, he could clearly see the comments in the chat.

He recognized the words but couldn’t understand what they meant.

The tentacles extended, touching the screen as if sucking up the knowledge displayed there.

Meanwhile, Song Chuyi had already gone to the changing room nearby and slipped into a skirt.

He had a hard time finding one that could cover his hips. After adjusting it, he cleared his throat lightly.

"I'm not very good at dancing, so I'll just show you a few steps."

As he spoke, he raised his hands into an opening stance.

A pulsing, sensual beat began to play, filling the small room.

Song Chuyi moved to the music, his slim, flexible waist exuding grace. Even without formal dance training, he had his own charm.

The form-fitting black dress accentuated his curves, like a seductive enchantress drawing others toward sin.

Even Fifteen, who had been pondering the meaning of those comments, stood transfixed.

This human... was beautiful.

Before, he hadn’t understood what "beauty" meant, but now, it seemed to manifest itself in this human.

Fifteen heard his own heartbeat—not from his body, but a throb from the depths of his soul.

And in that very moment, a flash of white light exploded.