I Left Him, I Streamed, He Interfered

Chapter 2

In the middle of the night, after showering, Harrison changed into a new shirt.

With his back to me, he said while buttoning up, "I'll have someone come help you pack tomorrow."

My finger paused mid-scroll on my phone, then I said, "Okay."

That was the last time I saw Harrison.

He vanished from my life, as if he'd never existed.

I figured he must have had the wedding by now, probably traveling around with his new wife.

If things moved fast, they might already have a child.

I can hardly imagine what Harrison settled down would look like.

She must be a girl from a powerful family too, not someone he could boss around.

But he was always gentle and patient with women—as long as you didn't cross his line, he'd play along.

After leaving Harrison, I kept making videos.

I was an ASMR creator, using various sounds and visuals to help insomniacs sleep.

ASMR was big abroad, but still niche back home.

I'd gotten into it originally because Harrison had trouble sleeping. Since I had to mess with all those props anyway, I figured I'd turn it into a side gig.

When I was close to a million followers, a wealthy woman who often sent me gifts asked if I could do a sensual dance as a reward.

The comments exploded, with people recommending creators I could learn from.

I checked them out—it was a bit borderline, but within what I considered acceptable.

Delighted, the rich lady sent me ten Mega Gifts and even messaged me her address, saying she was worried I'd pick the wrong dress, so she'd buy one and send it to me.

On the night we hit a million followers, I kept my promise and changed into the dress she'd sent.

It was a modernized cheongsam dress made of silk, with thin spaghetti straps that barely hung on—like something a mistress would wear in a period drama.

Not only that, but she'd thoughtfully included a push-up bra, afraid I wouldn't pull off the look.

First, I thanked everyone, then started the music, ready to dance.

Honestly, it was awkward at first, even just in front of the camera. But as the gifts flew in, my embarrassment faded.

During a break, I noticed a man with no avatar and a string of symbols as his username.

X: [Turn off the stream.]

I asked him, "Why?"

He didn't answer, just repeated:

X: [Turn it off. Now.]

Other fans got mad and ganged up on him.

A: [Dude, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to tell her to turn it off?]

B: [Are you jealous because a girl is making money? Get a life! Can't you see the lady is still sending gifts?]

The man paused, then wrote:

X: [How much to get you to go offline?]

C: [Wow, big spender! How much can you even afford?]

A few minutes passed, and the man went silent.

Just as everyone thought he'd disconnected, he suddenly started spamming Mega Gifts in my stream. Everyone guessed he'd been charging his account.

Someone counted to a thousand, and then he asked:

X: [Enough now, Sarah?]