Chapter 22: Foot Fetish Pervert

As Wang Yan gradually settled into the livestream, the scrolling comments began to quiet down.

A proper sleep-aid streamer’s purpose was simple: guide the audience into slumber.

The inexpensive recording equipment he used occasionally produced crackling noises—a major reason his follower count hadn’t yet hit one million.

While his appearance and uniquely attractive feet made up for some of it, the subpar setup still seriously limited the account’s growth.

Watching his emotional points soar, Wang Yan began considering whether he should upgrade to better equipment.

The user Foot Emperor liked sleep-aid streams… and apparently also feet. Wang Yan couldn’t let this VIP’s attention drift to another streamer.

He opened the in-game mall and started browsing.

[Condition satisfied, mall upgraded.]

Upon opening, a large spinning wheel appeared:

[Mall promotion! Spin the wheel for rewards ranging from 1 to 100,000 emotional points. Includes one free spin!]

“Upgraded? Satisfied what condition?” Wang Yan paused to think, then realized: Could it be that I’ve interacted with a third woman who provides emotional points?

Focusing on the question, he clicked to spin.

[One free spin consumed.]
[You obtained: “?”]

Wang Yan frowned. “What did I get? Tell me!”

He got off the bed and examined himself in the mirror, searching for any abnormality. He carefully inspected his belly—maybe there’d be some visible sign—but no, nothing changed.

Sighing, he gave up.

The spin normally required 1,000 emotional points per try. Wang Yan wasn’t eager to gamble; he had Tong Xingyao to care for. 1,000 points per spin felt like blatant extortion. This mall was deviously cunning.

He browsed the regular store and found a new recording device:

[Human-Head Microphone: 100% captures live audio; human-head shape allows precise sound calibration; trigger locations freely selectable…]

The description was long and technical. Wang Yan skimmed it—he understood the functions enough to experiment later.

“This is it!” He gritted his teeth and clicked purchase.

1,200 emotional points instantly disappeared from his balance. Tong Xingyao’s next meal allowance—gone.

Thinking about the future gains, he forced himself to swallow the sting.

The system immediately added a silver-gray miniature human-head microphone to his inventory. It felt icy and metallic to the touch, meticulously crafted like a tiny sculpture.

This investment is for far greater returns later.

He didn’t immediately use the new device in a livestream. Too many freeloaders in the chat only deserved the base-level streams with the old mic. Premium equipment and exclusive content were reserved for paying patrons.

Wang Yan’s thoughts went to Foot Emperor. He would give this top donor a taste of the upgrade… and reclaim a bit of investment.

He also wondered about the real-life location of Foot Emperor. If too far, what then?

He realized it was time to properly study the emotional point mechanics. The “foot fetish pervert” had to be lured to his home—real-life interactions offered far more teasing opportunities.

His hands continued their movements, but in his mind, he was already scheming.

Heh heh heh…