I was trembling so hard I could barely hold my phone. [This streamer’s breathing doesn't sound faked at all.] [What is he eating? It sounds so real.] [Wow, this is a new kind of ASMR. Those whimpers are so sweet.] [Did the streamer fall asleep? Why'd it go quiet?] When I woke up the next day, I was the biggest gossip topic in the entire school. 1 I'm a broke college student. Because I literally couldn't afford my tuition, I had to turn to doing ASMR streams. Even though I have a nice voice. The "clean," regular ASMR streams are way too competitive; nobody was watching. So, taking advantage of the times my dorm was empty... I started trying to transition from just ear-cleaning sounds to ear-licking sounds. At first, I was pretty embarrassed. My movements were very amateurish. But watching the viewer count tick up. My eyes lit up. Gathering my courage, I started doing mouth sounds, breathing ASMR, and kissing sounds. Only to unexpectedly get pelted by the guy in the top bunk. "You're being loud as hell. Get out." He only threw a pillow down, so it didn't hurt, but it scared the crap out of me. Liam Vance is a rich kid with a terrible temper who constantly bullied me. There was this one time he grabbed me by the collar and pinned me against the door, threatening me. Just because I got our laundry mixed up and ruined one of his expensive designer shirts. I offered to buy him a new one, but he refused, complaining that my apology wasn't sincere enough. In the end, he pressed his knee into me, grinding against me until my eyes went red. "Looking this soft, let me kiss you once and I'll let you off." I thought he was joking. I kept my head down and didn't react. But Liam took that as a yes. "Mmph... stop, it hurts..." Like a feral puppy, he liked to bite. Liam looked like he hadn't had enough. He clearly had an expression like he wanted to eat me alive, yet his words were venomous. "Tastes terrible. Stay away from me." I was left completely flustered by his words. But I remembered I couldn't afford to cross him, so I quietly kept my distance. 2 Watching the viewer count rise, I didn't want to miss the opportunity. I dove under my covers and pulled them over my head. I kept my voice as low as possible so Liam wouldn't hear me. [Is the streamer a college student? The IP address is super close to me.] I clicked on that comment. Looking at the similar location. I guessed they were probably from my university. So I gave a soft "Mhm." It was really stuffy under the covers. My response, coupled with slightly hurried breathing, caused the viewer count to instantly double. [Is the streamer doing ASMR in a dorm room?] The space under the blanket was tiny. The audio quality for the stream was surprisingly good. I kept my voice low, carefully replying to the chat. Hearing Liam shift in the bunk above me, I swallowed nervously. [Can the streamer do more mouth sounds? They sound so good.] I replied softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "What do you want to hear, baby? Send a small gift to request something." This kind of script... I learned it all from those other streamers. Even though I wasn't showing my face, I felt my cheeks burning up. My living and learning environment has always been very sheltered. I am the complete opposite of Liam's frivolous personality. This was the first time I had ever said such an intimate term of endearment out loud. Because I was a new streamer, I barely got any gifts for requests. But this new fan was incredibly generous. They dropped a sports car gift right away. My heart raced, and I swallowed nervously. A row of emojis floated across the screen. Having only transitioned a few days ago, I was still very clumsy with my routine. Occasionally I'd bite my own tongue and let out an involuntary whimper of pain. [Sounds so good, so good.] [User xx shared the stream.] [User xx shared the stream.] I didn't know who shared the stream link. But the viewer count multiplied instantly. In my month of doing ASMR, I had never seen this many people. I was so excited my palms were sweating. My voice got a little louder when replying to the chat. The top bunk groaned in annoyance. The whole bed frame shook. I pulled the covers even tighter around myself. When I felt like Liam had quieted down, I gathered the courage to continue. But after a few more routines, the chat started getting more and more out of hand. [Streamer, if you know how to pant, pant a few more times.] I gripped the edge of my blanket. That wasn't on my list of routines. I didn't even know how to intentionally make sounds that would make people misunderstand. [Can you do kissing sounds?] Kissing sounds x6 Kissing sounds were the easiest, and they weren't loud, so they wouldn't wake Liam. I brought the mic close, held my breath, and after making a few kissing sounds, the top donator sent a bunch more gifts. [Streamer, can you do kissing sounds plus ear licking? That would feel amazing.] My budget was extremely limited; I couldn't afford specialized equipment. So I had always used a lollipop as a substitute. I unwrapped the candy, cleared my throat, and continued the routine. The candy I bought today was a bit too sweet. After licking it a few extra times, my throat felt coated and uncomfortable. There was no air under the blanket, and the stuffiness brought tears to my eyes. I had to breathe through my mouth to relieve the discomfort of lacking oxygen. [The streamer is so good at panting.] [What is the streamer eating? It sounds so sticky and wet.] "It's a lollipop." I explained briefly. When I finished the lollipop, I bit down and crunched it to make some chewing sounds. In less than half an hour, I had made enough for today's living expenses. My family doesn't send me any money, so I've been living on a very tight budget. It was finals week, so I didn't have time to go out and work a part-time job. Plus, it had been freezing lately. I caught a bad fever and had to go to the clinic for IV drips a few times, leaving me with very little money. I've been eating nothing but plain bagels for a straight week. With traffic this good, I wished I could stream right through till morning. Originally, this was supposed to be a clean, mouth-sound ASMR stream, but the chat was getting more and more inappropriate. [Can the streamer call me baby a few more times?] [So sultry, sounds so good.] My face was red, but I tried my best to satisfy the requests. [Call me daddy, sports car x1] My heart skipped a beat. It was the top donator again. This request was a bit much. But... that was a sports car! It was enough to buy a warm sweater. "D... Daddy..." [Sounds so good, so good.] With that opening the floodgates, a lot of weird requests started popping up in the chat. [Can you kiss and call me daddy at the same time?] Before I could even finish all the requests. The bed curtain was violently yanked open with a loud rip. 3 [Streamer, I just managed to fall asleep and you scared the crap out of me.] People in the chat started complaining. Before I had a chance to explain, the blanket was also ripped away. I looked up in a panic and met a pair of intensely predatory eyes. It was Liam. I mouthed the words. "Wh... what are you doing?" I had no idea when he woke up. In the cramped space. He knelt with one leg on the edge of the bed. His hand, veins popping, suddenly grabbed my jaw, and without a word of explanation, he leaned down and kissed me. "Mmph... mm..." [What is the streamer eating now? Is it still a lollipop?] [What kind of prop are they using? It sounds like they're sucking on a tongue.] My palms were sweating profusely. I tried to push Liam away with one hand. He worked out constantly; he was incredibly strong. I couldn't budge him. I panicked and tried to press my phone screen, my hand slipping several times. Every time I tried to turn my head to look, he would force my face back and continue taking from me. [Are they actually...] [Tsk tsk, what's with the wet sounds? Streamer, explain yourself (doge emoji)] The chat was rolling furiously. There was a mix of alcohol on his breath. Liam had actually been drinking. No wonder he was acting so weird. I couldn't breathe properly from lack of oxygen and let out a few whimpers. I hoped this would wake Liam up and bring him to his senses. Instead, he seemed to go crazier, pressing his entire weight down on me. His eyes were hazy, but his hands were already expertly wandering. [Did I just hear a belt unbuckling?] [Roleplay?... interesting, hitting the follow button.] Watching the chat, I wanted to explain but was powerless. Liam only gave me a moment to catch my breath before burying his face in my neck, speaking through gritted teeth. "Who are you calling daddy? Doing bad things secretly under the covers, huh?" I shook my head, whimpering "Mmph, mmph." But it only earned me worse liberties being taken. Liam was out of his mind. He had no idea I was streaming. [Is there someone else there? Is this a voice acting stream?] [Is the streamer doing two voices at once?] I pushed Liam's head down and hurriedly checked the chat. Thank god, the chat just thought it was roleplay. Just as I opened my mouth to say I was ending the stream. I didn't realize that Liam, who I had pushed down, seemed to have misunderstood something. His actions became even stranger. So, the moment I opened my mouth, the hums and whines changed pitch. It stimulated Liam so much his eyes turned red. "To make me serve someone, you're the first." "Nolan, did you ever think about the consequences of seducing me?" [What a cheesy line hahaha] [But how does the streamer switch between top and bottom so flawlessly?] [Nolan... that name sounds familiar.] My mind was a chaotic mess. I stared blankly down at Liam. Growing up, this was the first time I'd ever experienced anything like this. My sanity completely snapped. "Don't look at me like that." Liam's voice tightened. "Looking so sltty, makes me want to... fck you to death." What seduction? What was Liam even talking about? I just assumed he had the wrong person. After all, rumors said Liam had a lot of partners. He was a certified playboy. Besides going to class, I was always busy with part-time jobs trying to make money. I could count the number of times I'd spoken to him on one hand. But if he had the wrong person, why was he calling my name? Realizing things were spiraling out of control. I didn't even want to do an outro; I just went to end the stream. But the moment I raised my phone. He grabbed my wrist again, forcefully pinning my arms to my sides, our fingers interlaced. "Mmph, mmph, mm (Psycho!)" [This streamer's breathing doesn't sound faked at all.] [What is he eating? It sounds so real. This time it definitely can't be a lollipop, right?] [Why does the person above keep asking? If you're hungry, go watch a mukbang.] [Wow, this is a new kind of ASMR. Those whimpers are so sweet.] [Isn't the streamer afraid his roommates will murder him doing this?] My fingers trembled so much I couldn't hold onto my phone. I could only silently beg him, mouthing the words. "Liam, let me... let me end the stream..." I don't know if he heard me or not. His movements only grew more vicious, entirely focused on his own release. I couldn't handle it. My vision went black, and I cried until I passed out. 4 When I woke up the next day. My first instinct was to reach for my phone. But the sensation next to me scared me half to death. Liam was actually still holding me. I didn't know if our other roommates had come back yet. If they saw us like this, they would definitely get the wrong idea. Right, the stream! I grabbed my phone, my heart pounding. But my phone had long since died and shut off. If the stream hadn't been ended... Then didn't all the noise from last night get broadcasted live? I wanted to die right then and there. Ignoring my aching lower back and heavy arms, I plugged it in and turned it on, burning with anxiety. I accidentally woke Liam up. He had a terrible morning temper, and it was no small thing. He grabbed me and yanked me back into his arms, even throwing a leg over me. I had no choice but to push him. "Liam... wake up." Liam couldn't even open his eyes, frowning in annoyance. "Nolan, I told you not to bother me when I'm sleeping. I'll beat the crap out of you, believe it or not!" After he said that, he finally seemed to realize something was wrong. He slowly opened his eyes and met my gaze. The air was silent for a long time. He swallowed hard. I had to speak first. "Liam, last night, you had the wrong person." He seemed to want to verify something. His hand moved under the covers. "What are... ugh... what are you doing? It hurts." He hadn't been gentle with me. I was completely drained of energy, and I still had to endure his "inspection." "Holy shit... Nolan, did I..." My face went pale, and I didn't dare meet his eyes. Liam practically scrambled out of the bottom bunk. I was afraid things would be too awkward between us. Seeing how panicked he was, I forced a smile. "It's fine... I know you definitely mistook me for whoever you're dating." "Huh? Yeah, yeah..." He nodded randomly, who knows if he even processed what I said. "Then... I... I'm sorry. I didn't make you too uncomfortable, did I?" "No." Liar. I just wanted to quickly turn the page and forget the memories of last night. After all, we still had to live in the same dorm. We'd see each other every day. If I held onto something like this, I'd be the only one suffering. It's just a shame that the money I made last night would probably all go towards a hospital visit. Holding my lower back, I thought to myself that with Liam's build, it was a waste he wasn't a sports major. Watching the phone boot up, I shivered as I got dressed, getting ready for my morning class. I remembered my phone battery was pretty low last night. I just hoped that before those embarrassing sounds started, it had already died and ended the stream. My account had gained a massive amount of followers overnight. My DMs were blowing up. I looked at the little red notification dots suspiciously. Just as I was about to click on them. My movement was interrupted by another roommate who had just finished washing up and walked in. "Well well, Nolan. When did you and Liam get so close?" "Yeah, weren't you two at each other's throats before? The RA even had to talk to us to help mediate between you two." I was a bit confused. "We're close?" "You slept in the same bed! If that's not close, what is?" My heart thumped wildly. But looking at the two of them, their expressions seemed normal. It seemed like they were just casually teasing. After all, this kind of joking around is pretty common in college dorms. I let out a sigh of relief. It seems when they came back, Liam was already done. "Liam... he was drunk yesterday, I..." I was trying to think of an excuse to make up. But my roommate was very understanding. "Hey, I get it. With that rich boy temper of his, he's even worse when he's drunk. He was probably just too lazy to climb up to his top bunk and stole your bed instead." I nodded quickly. When I turned around, Liam's face was completely dark. He grabbed a few textbooks and walked right past me without even a glance. But this was for the best. We could just pretend it never happened, and I wouldn't be under so much pressure. 5 In the past, I would always save a seat for Liam for our morning classes. Today I woke up late, it hurt to walk, and I was almost late. When I walked into the classroom, the seats were mostly full. I don't know if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But I felt like the whole class was giving me weird looks. I sat in the very back row. Liam arrived even later than I did. Seeing no seat next to me, he irritably sat a few rows away and put his head down on the desk to sleep. I was practically invisible in this class. No one ever paid attention to me. But today, while taking notes, I could feel malicious stares lingering on me. I tried to scoot over to the side. But suddenly, I felt a strange touch on my knee. "Hey... what... what are you doing..." I jumped, looking at the unfamiliar face next to me. I only vaguely remembered his name was Jason. He was sizing me up with amusement, making me extremely uncomfortable. "Nolan, how come I never noticed you were this pretty before?" He rested his face on his hand, his gaze moving downward, his hand getting more and more inappropriate. This feeling made me involuntarily recall what Liam did last night. My whole body trembled, and my tone turned icy. "Hey, we're in class. Stop doing weird stuff." Jason let out a low chuckle from his throat. "Weird? Weren't you calling someone daddy just last night?" My eyes widened. "You... you're..." I couldn't get the words "top donator" out of my mouth. I didn't know how he figured out my identity. Even though I used a sound card for my stream, and my voice was intentionally altered. He couldn't have recognized it. Even if the location was close, with so many people in the school, how could he possibly guess it was me? Could it be... that Liam called out my name? I felt my vision go dark. "Nolan, I heard you're broke. You really need money?" His breath was right in my face, intentionally blowing on me. "Come hang out with me. However much you want, I'll give it to you. How about it?" "Don't... don't say things like that." I was so humiliated my eyes went red. My body was stiff, my fingers clenched tight. "Stop acting." Jason's tone was sleazy. "You were screaming so enthusiastically yesterday. Everyone knows what you want." "Or what, are you afraid I can't afford you?" "Everyone...?" "Uh-huh." Jason gave a mocking laugh. A terrible premonition rose in my chest. "Nolan, I shared your stream to the class group chat." "You..." No wonder so many people suddenly flooded in yesterday. I panicked instantly. If it was just a normal stream. Even if my classmates found out, it wouldn't be a big deal. But last night, when Liam was tormenting me. How much did they actually hear? My whole body went cold, my face pale as a ghost. A few classmates sitting nearby heard what he said. They kept looking over and snickering. I couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore. Before the lecture even finished, I hurriedly rushed out of the classroom. 6 After getting my meds from the hospital. By the time I got back, I was so hungry I was dizzy. Remembering today was my birthday. I dragged my weak feet to the dining hall, wanting to eat something good. During class, after hearing what Jason said. I hadn't dared to open my DMs. The thought of receiving so much filthy abuse made my eyes sting. But wanting to withdraw the money I earned, I had to open the account. I tried my best to calm down. While waiting in line at the dining hall, I clicked on the first DM. Inside was a blurred-out photo of a certain body part. Even though it was blurry, one look was enough to know what this person meant. I was terrified and frantically exited the app. Before I could even calm down, someone shoved past me again. At first, I thought they were just cutting in line. I didn't want conflict, so I quietly stepped aside. But then I realized something was wrong. Groups of two or three people kept walking past me, deliberately bumping into me. One guy was pretty big; he bumped me so hard I stumbled and crashed into someone else's chest. I looked up and heard a teasing voice. "Well well, isn't it Nolan?" "You... you know me?" The guy looked down, intentionally getting very close to me, his fingers lightly brushing the hair by my ear. "What are you doing... it tickles." I tried to swat his hand away, but he grabbed it firmly. "Just like your voice, soft enough to squeeze water out of." That was the same sentence Liam had said to me. But Liam's tone was full of mockery, meant to anger me. After all, describing a guy like that isn't exactly a compliment. But the guy in front of me had an oily, sleazy tone that made my skin crawl. First Jason. Now this guy. What is wrong with everyone? I tried to break free, but he used the crowded dining hall as an excuse to deliberately wrap his arm around my waist. "Let go of me... creep..." "Be good. With me around, no one else will dare cut in front of you." I struggled, but because I had starved for too long, I had no strength. "Stop moving. The more you move, the more excited I get." His heavy breathing was right by my ear. His hand was already sliding down my jacket toward my stomach. In near panic, I struggled with all my might to break free. The people in line behind us were pushing forward. The guy glared at me in annoyance. He seemed unwilling to let go, but didn't dare to go too far in broad daylight. He could only watch helplessly as I ran away. I went to the very back of the line again. Looking at the beef noodle soup stall that still had a long wait, I swallowed hard, then quietly walked away, heading to a quiet food stall. "A side of greens, and... two chicken legs." If I couldn't have beef noodle soup, chicken legs seemed pretty good too. The chicken legs here were huge; usually, one was enough. But I hadn't eaten anything good for half a month, and I was craving meat so badly. I extravagantly ordered two. In my eyes, there was only the glistening, oily food. "And... a little extra rice, please." "You look so skinny, young man, can you really eat all that?" The lunch lady serving the food joked with me. I felt a bit embarrassed but answered seriously. "Today is my birthday. I wanted to treat myself to some chicken legs." When she handed me my lunch box, she added a braised egg. With a beaming smile and a thick accent, she wished me a happy birthday. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thanked her, carefully holding my lunch box. Because I didn't know how many people had watched that stream last night. I was afraid someone else would come looking for trouble. I kept my head down the whole way, found a secluded corner, and buried my head in my food. After eating half a bowl of rice, I still couldn't bear to touch the chicken legs. Just as I picked one up to eat, a figure forcefully squeezed into the narrow seat next to me.
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