"Girl, what are you still doing messing with that junky phone?! Get out there and drain that girl from the next class for this queen! Days have passed, and your demon energy hasn’t improved one bit!"

As I lounged on the living room sofa scrolling through my phone, the Fox Demon nagged like a fussy old mom. Her voice echoed inside my skull—absolutely maddening.

"Dear Lady Nine Tails," I smiled sweetly, lifting the trash can brimming with chocolate wrappers for her inspection. "How many chocolates did you have today?"

"Uh… less than thirty…" she murmured, a hint of guilt in her tone as she eyed the wrappers.

"Twenty-seven! And every single one was friggin’ premium—twenty yuan each! Sister, wasn’t the cheap bulk chocolate good enough? The taste is practically identical."

I was at my wit’s end. With my bedroom burned down, I couldn’t even replace scattered belongings. Now I had to fund the Fox Demon’s daily chocolate habit—hundreds of yuan gone. My winter break savings? Wiped out. My mobile wallet held only 3.68 yuan. Not even enough for takeout.

"How dare you suggest this queen eat low-grade junk? If you’re broke, go earn money. Doesn’t this society have jobs?" she shot back.

"Easier said than done. I’ve scrolled job posts all day—either brutal hours or painfully slow pay. Nothing fits a student."

I’d been scouring Ganlu Network forever. Someone like me could only snag late-night student gigs: night shifts at 24-hour stores or restaurants. Since I don’t need sleep anymore, that’s fine. But hourly wages max out around a hundred yuan—nowhere near enough for her chocolate cravings.

What quick, high-paying job exists?

"Ah… my demon energy’s gone…"

Mid-thought, the energy sustaining my transformation vanished. *Poof*—a puff of white smoke. My body shrank visibly. Hands gripping the phone grew tiny; skin turned fair and tender. The screen reflected my face: back to the little fox demon girl.

"Ugh! Why do annoying things happen exactly when I’m already in a foul mood!"

Irritated, I yanked off the men’s shorts, leaving only an oversized shirt that draped past my butt—my makeshift home dress. No pants? Too loose. Plus, my tail hated confinement. Free felt blissful.

"This queen has a brilliant money-making scheme," the Fox Demon purred, mischief dripping from her voice. I knew instantly—trouble.

"Oh? Nothing shady, please. I’m a decent person," I said, tying my snow-white waist-length hair into a side ponytail. I hated long hair—lying down or moving always pinched painfully. Cutting it was useless; it regrew after transformation. So I’d learned this simple style from Xiao Qing.

…Though it screamed "devoted wife." Totally unfit for a little girl like me.

"Live streaming’s trending! We’ll stream—you’ll blow up. This queen guarantees it."

"You mean streaming as a little fox girl?" I glanced at my phone reflection: cute face, childish voice. Add some deliberate moe acts… yeah, otaku would swarm.

But… selling my dignity? I’m a guy—well, *was*. How could I stomach acting cute?

"Who said stream as a little girl? Your mind’s filthy! And that form risks exposing you as a Fox Demon. This queen means *cross-dressing* stream—like that viral streamer you watched! Massive following!"

She had a point. Cross-dressing culture was booming. Recently on Kuaijiao and Chanyin, several cross-dressing streamers hit millions of followers.

But I’m not a cross-dresser! That one forced time in girls’ clothes was trauma enough. Streaming in women’s wear before thousands? I’d rather vanish.

"…Nah. I’ll find another way. Besides, streaming needs gear. My antique computer’s ash. Only this beat-up phone left—no mic, no lights, nothing."

I tried brushing her off. She wouldn’t quit.

"No gear needed! Use Foxfire for lighting—bright, dim, red, purple, white—I control it all, off-camera. And you don’t need a mic; your natural voice is feminine. Phone’s perfect."

Why so eager? Could she siphon spiritual energy from watching otaku?

"But streaming won’t pay *now*! I need emergency cash—or no dinner tonight!"

Frustrated, I scrolled faster. Suddenly—a job post snagged my gaze. White-haired fox girl on the cover. I clicked without thinking.

*Tanwan XX* hosts a major offline fan event at XX City International Comic Convention. Seeking cosplay performers for game characters.

Screenshots confirmed it: the white-haired, white-tailed fox demon from the cover.

"I heard a game company’s running the con… hiring cosplayers to draw crowds. Pay’s decent—four digits a day—but the looks bar is sky-high…"

Staring at the post, I fell into deep thought.