02

 Although the live stream was banned, Jiang Nian didn't immediately change clothes. Instead, she took off her shoes, went to the bed, picked up a rabbit plush toy from the bedside table, hugged it, and adopted a duck-sitting posture, tilting her head slightly to reveal her perfectly curved profile. Her gaze was focused on the plush toy, as if she were gazing at her most beloved person.

Then, Jiang Nian asked the system to take pictures of her from various angles. The system complied. After taking the pictures, Jiang Nian randomly selected a few, logged into a social media platform with millions of followers, and posted them. Within seconds, the red dots in the background reached 99+.

Jiang Nian didn't look at them. Instead, she changed her posture, pressing the rabbit plush toy under her, crossing her legs and raising them, so that the system could take pictures of her from the front.

After taking the pictures, Jiang Nian logged into her business WeChat account, which was also covered with red dots. Jiang Nian looked at the labeled patrons, selected from one to ten, sent the photos, and then sent a group message: "Nian Nian really hopes that what accompanies me is not a plush toy, but my brother."

That would have been fine, but remembering that the top two supporters hadn't appeared in his livestream recently, Jiang Nian thought for a moment and sent them another message: "

Brother, Nian Nian really misses you.

" What Jiang Nian didn't know was that his top supporter had been locked up and had his phone confiscated because of a fight with the second-ranked supporter. All his information in this world was compiled onto a single sheet of paper, placed on the desk of Xue Rongfeng, the eldest son of the Xue family.

Xue Rongfeng was a handsome man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he appeared gentle and refined, but he was tall, and his custom-made suit subtly revealed a strong and broad physique. At this moment, he casually held a cigarette in his right hand, while his left hand held the paper.

The crucial address information was blurred by the system, only specifying a certain area.

But Xue Rongfeng didn't care about that; instead, he looked at the gender.

Xue Rongfeng flicked his cigarette ash, looking at the word "male" with interest.

The female internet celebrity his brother had fought with until her head bled was actually a man.

Xue Rongfeng didn't care about his younger brother's romantic history, but some people, eager to curry favor with the Xue family, investigated the information of an internet celebrity named Niannian and sent it to Xue Rongfeng.

The system didn't disguise Jiang Nian's gender; there was no point in disguising it anyway, it was bound to be exposed sooner or later.

But the system hadn't expected Jiang Nian to become famous so quickly, so quickly that so many people used their connections to investigate Jiang Nian's information, exposing him completely.

Xue Rongfeng put down the paper, picked up his phone, and on the screen was a picture Jiang Nian had just privately sent to his sugar daddy.

The "girl" in the picture possessed stunning beauty, lying on a doll, her wet, grass-green eyes gazing at the person in front of the camera, her lips moist with a faint pink tinge, her collar seemingly crumpled and wrinkled, extending down from the collar with a slightly bulging curve, yet compressed, indistinct and alluring.

Her raised feet were encased in white lace stockings, cute yet arousing a hidden wickedness in men.

Xue Rongfeng took a light drag of his cigarette and typed a message to the person who sent him the picture:

【Invite him over.】

…

Ignoring the driver's attempt to flirt with him, Jiang Nian got out of the car. He looked up the most luxurious bar in City A on his phone, wanting to have some fun there.

In private, Jiang Nian removed his wig, reverting to men's clothing. Now, his hair was casually gathered, and he wore a black leather jacket, dark jeans, and leather boots, his expression nonchalant, handsome and dashing. He

easily entered the bar with the invitation card the system had provided.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Nian attracted the attention of almost everyone. Countless handsome men and beautiful women came over to invite him for drinks as soon as he sat down. Despite having no memory of the situation, Jiang Nian acted as if he were in his element, as if he were a natural-born playboy.

The system watched for a while, seeing Jiang Nian leaning against a beautiful woman while drinking the red wine offered by a handsome man. The system held back for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, “You seem quite adept at this.”

“Who knows,” Jiang Nian replied.

"Alright, hurry up and take my picture."

The system had no choice but to retract its question and obediently take pictures of Jiang Nian. Sometimes, the system felt that Jiang Nian treated it like a babysitter.

While Jiang Nian was flirting with the person next to her, she suddenly noticed a passionate gaze.

Jiang Nian paused in her kiss on the man's cheek, not moving her lips away, but looking in the direction of the gaze.

It was a fierce-looking man, alone beside her. He had a buzz cut, was holding a beer, and wore a simple short-sleeved shirt, revealing strong chest muscles and powerful arms. His handsome face had a pair of wild eyes, with some triangular whites, making him look like a ruthless person, as if he had blood on his hands.

Their eyes met.

The man smiled, but in the dim light, it didn't seem like an invitation, but rather something malicious.

Jiang Nian became interested. She released her hand from the other person's waist, pushed away the person clinging to her, ignored the resentful looks from those around her, and walked towards the man.

Jiang Nian straddled the man's strong thighs without any hesitation. Her tight jeans perfectly accentuated her round, pert buttocks, which, sitting on his lap, resembled dough being compressed into a curve.

Those whose eyes were fixed on Jiang Nian felt a surge of heat, a deep envy for the lucky man.

The man, in turn, unceremoniously enveloped most of Jiang Nian's buttocks with his large, tanned hand. Jiang Nian didn't seem to mind. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, put it in her mouth, and leaned close to the man's cheek, whispering in a suggestive tone, "Do you have a light?"

The man looked down at Jiang Nian. Jiang Nian's first impression was undoubtedly one of innocence, but now, with her eyes half-closed in a languid manner, her red lips slightly parted, and her pearly teeth biting the cigarette holder, exhaling a fragrant aroma, she resembled a bewitching enchantress, tempting men to drain her life force.

The man didn't speak, but took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Jiang Nian. Jiang Nian chuckled, skillfully exhaling the smoke, then blowing it into the man's face, ignoring the system's scream, and invited, "Want to go somewhere else?"

Before he finished speaking, the man crushed the cigarette in Jiang Nian's hand with his bare hand. Then, Jiang Nian felt a sudden pull from behind as the man pulled him into his arms. One of the man's large hands pressed down on the back of Jiang Nian's head, wantonly sucking on Jiang Nian's soft, jelly-like lips, while his other hand slipped under the hem of Jiang Nian's clothes.

The man was too strong; Jiang Nian struggled for a while but couldn't break free. Annoyed, the moment the man stopped kissing, Jiang Nian slapped the man's cheek. Jiang Nian didn't hold back, and the man's cheek quickly turned red.

But the man wasn't angry; instead, he stared intently at Jiang Nian's chest rising and falling with his breath, then moved to Jiang Nian's swollen, sucked lips.

Seeing the man's expression, Jiang Nian's anger subsided. He reached out and stroked the man's cheek, gently asking, "Does it hurt?"

The man then spoke, his voice hoarse and magnetic, "It feels great."

Jiang Nian seemed pleased, lightly kissing the man's chin. "Then don't go into heat in public. Master will reward you."

"...Big dog."

The man scooped Jiang Nian up in his arms and carried him impatiently to the private room on the second floor. No one stopped them along the way. The moment the door opened, Jiang Nian suddenly felt a blackout and lost consciousness.

When Jiang Nian slowly regained consciousness, he looked around and found himself in a luxurious office. He was lying on a sofa, his hands tied behind his back. In front of him stood a smiling, bespectacled man exuding an air of nobility. Behind him, leaning against a huge floor-to-ceiling window, was a tall man with a buzz cut.

Jiang Nian wasn't afraid, because the system had mentioned the high risk of being cannon fodder when she signed the contract. Therefore, to prevent the suffering of being tortured later, the system proactively adjusted Jiang Nian's pain threshold.

Seventy percent was painless, twenty percent of pain was converted into pleasure, and only ten percent of pain remained.

Although Jiang Nian felt that twenty percent of pain being converted into pleasure was a bit indecent, well, who cares, as long as it's enjoyable.

So, after regaining her senses, Jiang Nian looked at the men and joked, "Playing this big, huh? A threesome?"

The bespectacled man, Xue Rongfeng, adjusted his glasses and said gently, "How could I, Nian Nian, treat you so roughly?"

Jiang Nian's expression immediately vanished.

The system, which had been watching the whole way, also fell silent.

Jiang Nian hadn't expected to be exposed so quickly, but he wasn't embarrassed. He sat up, leaning back on the sofa, and feigned innocence, blinking and looking at Xue Rongfeng. He asked in a high-pitched, obedient voice, "Oh, which brother are you?"

Xue Rongfeng waved, and the buzz-cut man left the room.

Jiang Nian completely ignored the buzz-cut man; the situation was clear—he needed to deal with this bespectacled man.

He just didn't know who his sugar daddy was.

Soon, only Xue Rongfeng and Jiang Nian remained in the room .

Xue Rongfeng said, "I'm the brother of 'Nian Nian's husband.'" "

Nian Nian's husband" was Jiang Nian's number one idol.

The name, so shameful, came out of the man's mouth calmly. Looking at the expression in Xue Rongfeng's eyes, Jiang Nian felt even less afraid.

It was a very familiar look—the way men looked at everything.

Jiang Nian didn't know how many people had looked at him like that.

Jiang Nian stood up and walked to Xue Rongfeng's side. Unlike before, she didn't boldly straddle him, but instead innocently sat sideways on his lap, obediently resting her head on his chest, looking up at him, revealing her small, delicate Adam's apple, and said softly, "I won't return the tips my husband gave me, okay?"

"That was your brother's choice."

"Oh? He doesn't know you're a boy." Xue Rongfeng was clearly charmed by Jiang Nian's submissive posture. He reached out and pinched Jiang Nian's cute ear, then quickly released it, staring at the undisguised indifference in her eyes, and said with a smile.

Jiang Nian smiled back, tilting her head to place a kiss on the man's large palm, and invited in a low voice, "Then, brother, help me cover up the fact that I'm a boy, how about I be your lover?"

"I still want to continue living online as Nian Nian."

"How about it, brother, or..."

Jiang Nian's eyes were alluring, yet provocative at every turn

. "You want a brotherly meal?"

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