The next few days were exactly what I’d dreamed of: Xu Lingzhu and her trash “G” never showed up again.

Even while I was raiding Desecration’s dungeons day and night, that musclebound guy didn’t reappear. He was like he’d evaporated. And I didn’t go back to that activity room with several quad‑Titan rigs and external water cooling. Turning a club room into that isn’t pay‑to‑win anymore; it’s straight‑up squandering.

That woman is genuinely terrifying.

Best of all, none of it touched my life. Flawless Flower stayed a persona that only exists online. Jiang Lan… was still Jiang Xiaoyu’s slave.

On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights, I work at a bookstore called Youjia. The rest of the time, while drowning in the virtual world, I quietly open my stream. The place the viewers nicknamed Yihua Palace.

At first I used a fake voice just for fun. Before I knew it, a crowd of oddballs gathered. It even turned into a request service I never expected—send a cat‑ear gift to pick the day’s voice, about a thousand RMB. In the end, I fell under capitalism’s endless cat‑ear bombardment...

Sometimes the chat drops names of comedians—that’s normal. Sometimes they want me to riff as Andy Lau, or Gul’dan (Daniel Wu). Makes me think Yihua Palace has female fans. But that money’s hard to earn. Most of the time it’s painful, because speaking in a woman’s voice is mental and physical double damage.

I carefully lock the door, in case the slave owner does a surprise check. I hook the virtual terminal to the PC. I don’t want to, but I still open the stream. Classic mouth says no, body says yes?

A gift message flashes in the center of the screen. The attached comment says: The real you!!!

“The real you,” with three heavy exclamation marks. So fast. Do they want me to perform as myself?

The sudden cat‑ears leave me a little flustered. This is supposed to be a Desecration gameplay stream. I haven’t even logged in. The stream just started. How long has that user “Talk Later” been waiting?

I naturally think of Jia Baoyu, that fat idiot. He once swore he’d prove Flawless Flower was a girl. But this isn’t the place to give in. Otherwise Flawless Flower wouldn’t be Flawless Flower.

I stay silent for a long while. Viewer count shoots up. People get hyped to watch Flawless Flower’s real self.

After a bit, I type: Error. The real self is mute. Please pick another target.

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A massive wave of comments flies by.

Maybe not wanting to waste the gift, Talk Later reluctantly corrects: Mizuna Risa!

Who even is that… I Baidu it, confused, and the answer makes me blush.

Watching countless 666s pop up, my mouth twitches and my head pounds. This man of culture has heavy tastes. Do you want me to go full‑on and study her moans from adult films live?!

Sir, Yihua Palace will get banned…

Talk Later: Fine, then Dongshan Dafa. This one can’t be changed!

The chat erupts in agreement, like someone hit their G‑spot.

What difference does that make? It’s still Japanese! I’m not even officially live and they’re already driving me crazy.

But I do know this “cult,” courtesy of Baoyu and Xiao Yi. I silently chant the Great Compassion Mantra a few times to soothe my shame. Then I finally say hello: YaHello!

Dango stock hits limit up…

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Dongshan Dafa is good!

Flawless Dafa is good!

The stream’s popularity skyrockets in an instant, even though I haven’t even opened the actual content…

I zone out, staring at the ceiling while the comments flood by, unable to calm down. Ah… once again, I sold my soul for cat ears. Luckily the walls at home have great soundproofing; otherwise I can’t imagine the look Jiang Xiaoyu would give me.

This is the shame‑filled daily routine of Flawless Flower, who exists only in the virtual world. Like I said, everyone has secrets they can’t speak aloud.