Delicate, Yet Shamelessly Freeloading [Quick Transmigration] Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (4)

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The young man in the camera stood at the threshold between youthful adolescence and the cusp of a more striking maturity. His features were dazzlingly delicate, his complexion clear and luminous.

 

He seemed to be carefully reading the scrolling comments, leaning in closer to the lens. The studio lighting reflected off his long, thick eyelashes, casting soft shadows beneath his eyes. At the outer corners, they curled slightly upward, as pristine as the feathers of a dove. His round lips, slightly pouted, were pressed together, deepening into a flushed shade of red.

 

Suddenly realizing what the comments meant, Shui Que gripped the selfie stick, preparing to push himself off the bed.

 

So, sitting on the bed while streaming was a no-go. The viewers were already questioning his professionalism as a streamer. Starting off with such a mistake was sure to make him unpopular—how was he supposed to attract rich patrons now?

 

Shui Que wasn’t familiar with livestreaming culture and regretted not doing more research beforehand.

 

He got down from the bed, holding the selfie stick in one hand. In the process, he didn’t notice that two buttons of his pajama top had come undone, revealing his collarbone and a small patch of glaringly pale skin on his chest.

 

Shui Que sat down at his desk, adjusted the selfie stick’s base, and set it up on the table before finally having the chance to check the chat.

 

“Did you guys get a screenshot?”

 


“Uh… I’m feeling kind of that way now.”

 


“Host, look at ***” [This message has been blocked.]

 


“[Friendly Reminder: Posting any illegal, explicit, or personally offensive content in the live stream is prohibited. Please consume rationally, beware of scams, and enjoy responsibly.]”

 

The number of viewers kept increasing, and he could no longer keep up with the chat messages.

 

Feeling nervous, Shui Que greeted the camera, “Hello, my name is Shui Shui.”

 

He almost bit his tongue.

 

It was a completely new experience—so many people could see him at the same time, and they could even send real-time messages to interact with him.

 

It felt amazing.

 

Shui Que was beginning to like this world outside the laboratory.

 

He cleared his throat, kept a straight face, and lowered his voice with deliberate confidence as he spoke to the camera: “Are you satisfied with what you see?”

 

This was something he had found on a browser search—the top-rated response from a post titled How to Show Off Your Charm.

 

The post said that netizens liked confident guys with a bubbly voice the most.

 

However, his natural voice was already soft and clear, so when he lowered it, it turned into something tender and lingering instead.

 

It sounded less like confidence and more like a spoiled little boy pouting coyly.

 

The response was overwhelming—the chat instantly flooded the screen.

 

“Such a soft little brother.”

 


[User An Apple sent 10 Love at First Sight gifts.]

 


[User Being a Dog Everywhere sent 30 Glow Sticks.]

 


“Who taught our little brother to talk like that? Have you been brainwashed by CEO romance novels?”

 


“Learning everything will only hurt you in the end (lol).”

 


[User Xiang Xun sent 1,000 Catnip gifts.]

 

Gift notifications were more prominent than regular chat messages, making them stand out.

 

“Thank you, An Apple and Being a Dog Everywhere…” Shui Que read out each name. “And Xiang Xun for the gift.”

 

“Wait, that last one? How much?”

 


“One Catnip is 100 coins. A thousand of them means a lot of zeros, a lot of zeros.”

 


“You fools, 1,000 Catnip is 100,000 coins!”

 


“Boss Xiang Xun is so generous.”

 

The sudden surge of gifts was like throwing fuel on a fire, instantly pushing his stream into the top 10 on the hourly trending list.

 

This attracted even more casual viewers who had never heard of this stream before. The chat messages flew by so quickly that Shui Que’s eyes struggled to keep up, and he could no longer follow the conversation.

 

System 77 excitedly reminded him: [That guy named Xiang Xun just dropped a huge amount of money! Host, our soft rice points just increased to 10! Don’t let this chance slip away!]

 

[Got it.]

 

Shui Que propped his head up with one hand, the corners of his lips curling into a beautifully curved smile. “Thank you, Brother Xiang Xun.”

 

A highlighted message appeared in the chat.

 

It was a paid message, one that would stay pinned to the chat list for three minutes to ensure the streamer wouldn’t miss it.

 

[Xiang Xun: Hmm. Is the host an adult?]

 

Xiang Xun picked up his phone and answered a video call.

 

The night was deep, and the room was left unlit, with the only source of light being the glowing screen of his computer.

 

The dim blue hue cast shadows over his sharply defined features. His short, navy-black hair blended into the darkness, and a faint wisp of smoke curled in the air.

 

A half-extinguished cigarette lay discarded in the ashtray, still flickering with dying embers.

 

The person on the other end of the call took one look at the smoke-filled scene and instantly understood the situation.

 

“Xiang Xun, is it your susceptibility period again?”

 

Xiang Xun was the in-game name Xie Xiangxun had used during his gaming days. The caller was someone he had met back when he was still a professional player—not a teammate, but a rival. They had admired each other’s skills, and even after one transitioned into streaming while the other became a coach for a small club, they had stayed in touch.

 

Xie Xiangxun didn’t look at the camera. One hand rested on the keyboard as he typed casually. “Mm.”

 

The other person sighed and advised, “I told you ages ago, you should get a partner—preferably an Omega. Adults in their susceptibility period should be all lovey-dovey with their significant other. Then you wouldn’t have to fight off your nicotine cravings every time.”

 

Alphas in their susceptibility period would feel moody and restless, resorting to all kinds of odd habits to cope.

 

There had been reports of Alphas who, during this time, spent 24 hours sitting in a bathtub, obsessively picked up trash on the street, or cooked non-stop for a month.

 

Compared to those, Xie Xiangxun’s chain-smoking wasn’t the strangest method—just unhealthy and environmentally unfriendly.

 

“Remember that time we went out for dinner? The next room over had an Omega who came over to ask for your contact info. But when I came back from the restroom, they had already left, looking embarrassed. What did you say?”

 

“I said,” Xie Xiangxun’s voice was deep, accompanied by the crisp sound of his mouse clicking, “no. I have an illness. I’m impotent.”

 

“Pfft—” The person on the other end choked on their drink, coughing violently. After a moment, they gave a thumbs-up. “Bro, you really said that? Are you planning to be single forever?”

 

“Not at all.” Xie Xiangxun shook his head. “I just haven’t met the right person yet. How could I give out my contact info so casually?”


“If I don’t uphold male virtue, my ancestors will break my bones. You get it?”

 

The other person was speechless. “I’m a Beta, I don’t get you Alphas and your weird logic. But seriously, you should start dating soon. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll die of lung cancer before you even meet the right person.”

 

Xie Xiangxun: “I know what I’m doing.”

 

One hand tapped his mouse, while the other reached for his pack of cigarettes.

 

On his computer screen, the livestream was still bustling. The streamer, dressed in black pajamas, sat curled up in a swivel chair—small, lazy, like a cat or an elegant aquatic bird.

 

“Thank you, Brother Xiang Xun.”

 

A soft voice came through the Bluetooth earphone in his right ear.

 

“I’m an adult.”

 

Xie Xiangxun snapped the cigarette box shut. His fingers flew across the keyboard.

 

“I know what I’m doing.” He repeated, though whether he was saying it for his friend or for himself was unclear.

 

[Host, can you leave your contact info? DM me.]

 

Shui Que didn’t stream for long. After casually chatting with the audience for about an hour, he realized he still had a self-reflection essay to write. So, he bid farewell and ended the stream.

 

Being a streamer was really tough. Most netizens were nice, but some people kept saying they wanted to throw pants at him. Shui Que had only heard of people throwing rotten eggs or spoiled cabbage when they disliked someone, but pants were way more expensive than eggs and vegetables. They must really hate him.

 

He opened WeChat. The first message was from his agent.

 

Agent: “Shui Shui, I knew you had potential! You’ve blown up overnight! I just saw that big spender Xiang Xun DM’d you for your contact info. He’s a generous audience member—make sure to take advantage of that.”

 

Shui Que swiped to the backend of the Orange app and dug through the messy pile of private messages until he found Xiang Xun’s note. He copied the string of numbers and added him as a friend on WeChat.

 

21:35.

 

The friend request was accepted instantly.

 

Shui Que’s profile picture was a chibi-style magpie, taken from a heartwarming animal comic he had seen on social media.

 

The other person’s profile picture was a pile of ashes.

 

In the nickname bar on the other side, the words “The other party is typing…” appeared. But even after a few minutes, no message came through.

 

Left with no choice, Shui Que opened his browser and searched—How to subtly hint at someone to send money?

 

Then, he slowly typed and sent a message in the chat.

 

Shui Shui: “Show me your strength.”

 

After a long wait, a photo popped up from the other side.

It was a shirtless upper-body shot.

 

A lean waist, broad back. The dim lighting cast interwoven shadows that highlighted his sharply defined muscles. His arm veins bulged, exuding a sense of dominance, as if the sheer force of his pheromones and aggression could seep through the screen.

 

Xiang Xun: “Uh.”

 


Xiang Xun: “Should I take one of the lower half too?”

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