Chapter 454: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish is a Big Eater (8)

Chapter 454: Xiao Achu’s Transparent Jellyfish Has a Huge Appetite (8)

Song Chuyi's eyes narrowed. Before his brain could catch up, his body moved first—his hand shot up to cover the camera while his foot swung out toward the stranger who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

He knocked the man to the ground, stepping on Fifteen's midsection before letting go.

The entire sequence was smooth and fast, taking only a second. The audience barely knew what had happened.

All they saw was the stream flicker, bright then dim, before returning to normal.

Someone in the chat joked,

"The lighting is terrible here. Can't afford better equipment?"

A tip came through at the same time as the comment.

Song Chuyi saw it and chuckled. "Yeah, the lighting isn’t great," he said, glancing down at the man pinned beneath his foot.

The man wasn’t wearing much, just a thin piece of fabric covering his private parts.

Most of his body was hidden beneath the livestream table, his long legs slightly parted.

His face was strikingly handsome, but his expression was wide-eyed and helpless, as if he didn’t understand why the human who had just hugged him had now kicked him to the ground.

But when he noticed Song Chuyi looking at him, his eyes brightened with hope.

Song Chuyi shot him a quick look before turning away.

Mutants couldn’t appear on livestreams.

Even though Fifteen wasn’t a Mutant, the humans of this world wouldn’t see it that way.

Thankfully, he’d reacted quickly—otherwise, such an on-air disaster might have landed him in prison.

He thought, relieved, then turned back to the camera with a smile. "Wanna keep playing?"

There were still thirty minutes left in the stream, and he had to kill time somehow.

He picked up a photo he’d taken with Fifteen earlier and tapped it lightly.

"Let’s play ‘Spot the Difference.’"

Beneath the livestream table, Fifteen grabbed Song Chuyi’s delicate ankle.

The human’s foot wasn’t pressing down hard—he could easily shove him off.

But he didn’t want to.

Humans were so fragile. What if he cries?

Fifteen gently rubbed his thumb against Song Chuyi’s ankle. The skin reddened under his touch.

Song Chuyi continued chatting with viewers while shooting a look down at Fifteen.

His eyes carried a sharp warning and a dangerous edge.

But Fifteen didn’t get the hint and pressed lightly again.

His touch wasn’t heavy, but for a fragile human, that slight pressure was enough to leave shocking red marks on the pale skin.

Song Chuyi’s toes curled slightly from the tingling pain, exactly like in the photo.

He unconsciously furrowed his brows, which only sent the live audience into a frenzy.

See? How dumb could they be—they still hadn’t found the jellyfish in the photo.

The boy was so displeased with their stupidity, as if some unnamed master were looking at his dogs with disdain.

Such a delicate, fragile boy, yet he was showing such a condescending look.

They should’ve rage-quit, should’ve reported this human for disrespecting them, the Mutants.

But they were frozen.

They stared dazedly at the boy on the screen, their fingers on autopilot yet compulsively pressing the tipping button.

As if their bodies were saying: Yes, this is exactly what they wanted.

Their bodies had long overridden logic, controlled only by raw emotions.

Off-camera, Fifteen slid his grip down Song Chuyi’s ankle.

He adjusted his posture slightly, his face showing a trace of pleasure.

Song Chuyi: “…”

He couldn’t shake the feeling that the villains in this world were a bit… well, strange?

He gave Fifteen a warning look not to sit up, but Fifteen clearly didn’t understand.

After receiving the look, Fifteen lowered his head and started fiddling with his foot.

God knows what was so fascinating about feet? Fifteen stared forever without releasing it.

Song Chuyi checked the time—five minutes left until the stream ended.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing to tough it out for just five more minutes.

No matter what, Fifteen couldn’t appear on the livestream.

He had already gone over all three photos taken today with the audience.

Except for the first one, nobody could find the jellyfish in the pictures.

And he hadn’t been punished for it.

The stream was raking in donations, but for some reason, there was barely any chat activity.

These Mutants were seriously weird.

With only five minutes left, Song Chuyi just went ahead thanking the viewers.

“Thank you, Blue Sky (screenname), for the 1,000 credits.”

“Thank you, Not Eating Fish Today (screenname), for the 10,000 credits,” he added.

"Thanks..."

When he finished thanking everyone, it was time to end the livestream.

He waved at the camera, "That's a wrap for today's stream!"

"Same time tomorrow!"

After speaking, he didn’t even glance at the comment section blowing up and just cut the stream.

Once the stream was over, he sighed in relief.

He looked down at Fifteen, who was still toying with his foot!

"Fifteen!" Song Chuyi snapped.

"What are you doing?"

Fifteen lay on the floor, looking innocent as a lamb.

"Love."

He murmured these words, his glass-like pupils reflecting Song Chuyi's figure.

That vibrant figure seemed to be the only burst of color in his pale eyes.

He was hopelessly infatuated with him.

Song Chuyi pulled his foot back and rolled the chair away.

"Do you know I was just livestreaming?"

Fifteen nodded.

Seeing that Fifteen understood, Song Chuyi saved himself the trouble of explaining.

"Since you know it was a livestream, creatures like you can't be on stream, understand?"

Fifteen blinked slowly, chewing on the words.

He slid out from under the table and nuzzled his head against Song Chuyi's shoulder.

He tilted his head up. "A'Chu."

"Love."

"I want to."

Want to appear in the camera with him so everyone can see.

Like they did in the photos.

He wouldn’t mind if A'Chu stepped on him.

Whether hard or gentle, either way.

If it's him, anything goes.

Song Chuyi whispered gently as he covered Fifteen's mouth,

"You can't be on camera with me."

He had been spooked by the villain from the previous world, afraid if Fifteen started talking, he'd never stop.

Though Fifteen spoke very little so far, but what if that changed?

Better to cover his mouth first.

"Now, listen to me."

He looked at Fifteen seriously.

Fifteen stared right back at him.

A'Chu's lips parted slightly, softly pink and so gorgeous.

He couldn't hear what A'Chu was saying, only seeing his own reflection in those beautiful eyes.

Those warm hands were resting against his lips.

They were so close now.

This is love.