Chapter 21: Paid Content

“Perfect… this is exactly the lace-trimmed sock with the sweat from post-workout feet. That’s the real energy.”

Wang Yan glanced at the scrolling top-donor comments and sighed.

My dignity as a man… my dignity as the head of the household…

He reminded himself that with the system, he probably wouldn’t need this account anymore—it could just be a final farewell. That thought made him feel a little better.

After a long comment scrolled by, Wang Yan finally lowered his raised feet and moved the stool aside.

Just as he was about to adjust the phone stand, a notification popped up on his retina display:

“Satisfaction +10”

Wang Yan: ?

Where did this come from? He quickly found an excuse to leave the room, heading to the bathroom.

Walking around the house, he noticed that Tong Xingyao wasn’t around. Not home?

Then… where did that “payment” come from?

He tried to recall what he was doing just before. Right—he was exercising for his livestream, deliberately sweating because his extreme fans enjoyed seeing lace socks soaked with sweat revealing tender skin.

Truly a bunch of perverts.

Yes, livestream. That must have generated the emotional value.

Apparently, the system only recognized emotional changes occurring in real time; recalling it later wouldn’t generate points.

Back in the livestream room, Wang Yan realized that not everyone could generate emotional points—there must be some standard, though the sample size was too small to know for sure.

He took the phone off the stand.

“Hehe, what’s this?”

“Is this still a sleep-aid livestream?”

…

Some things were just for testing. He laid the phone flat on the floor and loosened his shirt slightly.

“Look! Look! Cute little belly!”

“Thanks, that’s enough.”

…

Wang Yan tapped the camera with his toes.

“Excitement +30”

“Star desire +20”

Wang Yan: (￢_￢)

Seems correct.

He temporarily ended the livestream. Lifting the camera, he pulled up his shirt slightly and held it in his mouth.

Click! A small risqué photo was done.

Opening the chat app, he sent it to a user named Foot Emperor—the only “big boss” still present in the livestream.

Such high-level patrons triggered special effects that Wang Yan could never miss.

“Confusion +10”

“Star desire +10”

“Displeasure +10”

…

Simple: he could filter out exactly who generated points.

Foot Emperor paused for a moment, then sent a single “?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not interested in this. I’m not that kind of person.”

Soon, a red envelope arrived. Wang Yan clicked it—5,000 yuan.

“Thanks, boss.”

After expressing gratitude, the patron seemed to pause again, as if choosing his words carefully:

“You’re still a student, right? Don’t do this kind of thing again. If you have difficulties, tell me—I’ll support your university education. Tuition, living expenses, all covered.”

Wang Yan hadn’t expected this—no questions about his livestream interruption, just encouragement for education.

Clearly, in this world, women held a deep belief in “persuading the wayward to the right path.”

He didn’t respond further. Still holding the shirt hem in his mouth, he positioned the phone on the bed, angling his feet into the frame to occupy two-thirds of the screen. Reclining carefully, he captured a full-body shot for the patron.

After a short while, he sent a few satisfactory photos.

“Happiness +10”

“Surprise +10”

“Satisfaction +10”

“Appetite +10”

…

“What does this mean?”

“I told you, I don’t need it. I just hope you walk the right path.”

More messages popped up, but Wang Yan ignored them.

He disabled notifications and resumed the livestream.

“Ha, sorry! I had some important things to handle just now. Now, let’s officially start today’s sleep-aid session.”

Sleep-aid wasn’t complicated—blowing air, applying a bit of aloe gel on feet, rubbing a microphone. Technical skill wasn’t high, but cute little paying fans always supported him.

Paid videos even included kissing sounds, forming Wang Yan’s main income source.