Su An'an's eyes lit up. "Live streaming was a super profitable industry on Ancient Earth. It can't be that different in the Beast World, right?"
She rubbed her hands together in glee and clicked on the live streaming section. A system prompt immediately popped up:
[Would you like to enable holographic mode?]
'Holographic mode? What if I see something I'm not supposed to?'
She decisively chose semi-holographic mode. "I'll just take a quick peek first."
A soft blue light flashed, and a strange scent, a mix of fresh grass and musk, suddenly wafted to her nose.
"What is that smell? Expired perfume mixed with cumin?" she muttered, pinching her nose.
The next second, the live stream image made her pupils dilate in shock!
A young rabbit-eared girl was nibbling on the throat of a Wolf Clan Beastman with her little three-lobed mouth. The gray fur on the man's chest stood on end as if zapped by static electricity, and the bullet comments were flying across the screen:
[Bunny, step on me!]
[Brother Wolf's chest hair indicates at least a B Level Rampage Disorder!]
[I'm an A Level rampage case, Tu San darling, and I really need you!]
Su An'an's fingers trembled. "Wait a minute, isn't this category supposed to be 'mental soothing'? How did it turn into 'Animal Planet: Adults Only'?!"
She quickly switched channels, but the second stream was even more absurd.
A deer-headed woman was gently scratching the abs of a 2.3-meter-tall brown bear Beastman with her hooves. Overcome with excitement, he threw his head back and roared, "ROAR!"
A warning suddenly popped up on the Light Screen:
[Viewer heart rate overload detected. Automatically activating cool-down mode.]
SWOOSH! The two streamers instantly became two pixelated blobs, and the bullet comments filled with howls of despair:
[I already took my pants off and this is what you show me?!]
[You're heartless, System!]
Undeterred, Su An'an scrolled through a dozen more streams, but they were all the same furry onslaught.
The low-level female streamers, sporting partially transformed beast ears and tails, were busy nuzzling the throats of male beasts with the tips of their noses.
The bullet comments were filled with things like "OMG, I'm dying!" and *PANT, PANT*.
'Good grief. This isn't a mental soothing section, it's a parade of half-transformed beast-girls!'
'If this were on Ancient Earth, the internet police would be tracing my IP address to come arrest me!'
She sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead. 'I can't make money this way!'
'As the esteemed Princess, possessor of the Five Great Beast Husbands, I'd probably give the Queen a heart attack if I started doing these kinds of suggestive streams.'
Just as she was about to close the page, a message suddenly popped up:
[Do you have any concerns or requests?]
[Whatever you propose, we will do our best to accommodate you.]
Su An'an stared at the screen. Thinking of that exorbitant fine from Night Abyss, she tentatively sent a message.
[Does the method of soothing male beasts have to follow your regulations?]
「The seventh floor of the Interstellar Live Shopping Center headquarters.」
Noland, a corporate drone from the Fox Clan with purple fur so frazzled it looked like he'd been struck by lightning, was slumped in a hoverchair, staring at the dismal revenue figures on his Light Screen, his fox ears flattened back like airplane wings.
'If this keeps up, I won't even be able to afford fox chow...'
He let out a wail, his tail anxiously thumping the ground and sending three packets of instant coffee flying.
It had been a long time since any new females joined the live streams.
The females from the Imperial City found the work too "down-to-earth."
And the females from the smaller planets only knew the "nibble and bite" routine.
The Beastman audience had long since grown tired of it, and the bullet comments were all:
[Another bunny girl? Peace out.]
[Tired of looking at Brother Wolf's chest hair. Changing the channel!]
Noland scratched his head in frustration. 'These divas! As soon as they make enough money, they just start slacking off! Yesterday, a streamer went offline mid-stream and left a message saying, 'Getting married, do not disturb'!'
He desperately needed a "gullible" newcomer to save his performance numbers.
Just then, a message came in from an employee:
[Boss! A level-zero new account applied for a shop! Suspected to be a wild female!]
Noland's fox ears shot up like antennas, and he instantly opened a chat window to strike up a conversation.
After waiting for over ten minutes with no reply, just as he was about to tearfully resign himself to eating cheap fox chow, the other party suddenly messaged back!
'This is my chance!'
His paws flew across the keyboard:
[Of course not! As long as it's not illegal, you can soothe them however you like.]
Then he shot the contract straight over.
[Annual salary of 50 million! A 30/70 split on gifts!]
[A 40/60 split on special, high-value gifts!]
[Only 18 hours of streaming per month required! Just soothe three Beastmen! The method is up to you!]
After sending the contract, Noland rubbed his paws together and snickered. 'Preferably some sweet, naive girl who's desperate for money.'
"An annual salary of 50 million?!"
Su An'an counted on her fingers. 'Isn't that over four million a month? Rounding up, I'll be the Beast World Buffett!'
'A three-hour stream? This is a dream job! Basically free money!'
'I can use the rest of the time for Alchemy to make money, and max out my sales endorsement skills. Then I can stage the drama of the year: 'Indebted Princess Saves Herself Through Live Commerce'!'
Wait!
Su An'an's eyes suddenly narrowed. She spotted a trap in a corner of the contract: [Must display beast-form characteristics.]
'In your dreams!'
She immediately scrawled a note on the electronic contract with a flourish: "Change it to masked streaming! I can swap out holographic masks, but showing my face is off the table!"
On the other end of the Light Screen, Noland, who was eating some Energy Cookies, nearly choked to death.
[Ma'am, the audience loves the fluffy ears and tails! The last time a streamer covered her rabbit ears, donations plummeted by 80%!]
'Of course, he wasn't going to mention that the number one fan's greatest hope is to become the streamer's Beast Husband.'
'So, revealing one's beast-form characteristics was also one of the ways to attract popularity.'
[I insist.]
In the mirror, Su An'an looked at her own porcelain-white face.
The upturned corners of her eyes were naturally tinted with a shade of begonia red, and the bead of her upper lip was the color of an alluring ripe cherry. It was the epitome of the "innocent yet sensual" look.
But when her dark lashes were lowered, they revealed a clinical sort of coldness, making her look like a dewy rose blooming in the snow.
The original owner of this body was the daughter of a Level 3S Black Fox and a Double S Level Monarch Butterfly, but she hadn't inherited a single fox hair or speck of butterfly dust.
The doctors said she might have failed her coming-of-age evolution, but the original owner would fly into a rage every time she heard that diagnosis.
[Anyway.]
Su An'an replied decisively: [Either I stream with a mask, or I'm finding another platform!]
Noland's tail wagged frantically as his fingertips hammered the keyboard with a CLACK-CLACK-CLACK:
[Dear, please reconsider!]
[Our streaming service is currently building an 'Interstellar Top-Tier Project'!]
[As long as you cooperate with our arrangements, you're guaranteed a minimum of 30 million for three hours! The Empire's Female Protection Act will ensure your safety the entire time, so no worries!]
The purple-furred fox stared anxiously at the chat box, chanting in his mind, 'Take the bait, take the bait!'
Su An'an scrolled through the screen at light speed, and her eyes went wide in shock.
'1-v-2 mental soothing? The nerve of him to even suggest that!'
'Just imagine it: Ying Jiuyao, his face a cold mask, unleashing his Frost Domain, while Lan Cangming releases a toxic mist with a gentle smile.'
'And me, stuck in the middle, frozen into an ice sculpture and then poisoned into a green mushroom.'
Su An'an instantly bristled, furiously jabbing at the Light Screen and virtually shredding that wicked proposal.
[I choose death!]