The Streamer’s Choice

Chapter 139: The Bet and the Devious Plan

The chat box on the monitor raged like a storm, with the viewer count rapidly breaking past the ten-thousand mark. All eyes were locked on the "sexy police officer," who was striking a fierce, dynamic pose, roleplaying as the strict enforcer of the law to the absolute fullest.

Rosy raked in the endless stream of donations, thoroughly enjoying herself as she greeted and playfully teased the audience. The collaboration between her and Owen kicked off flawlessly, exceeding all expectations.

Behind the monitor, Julian, actively performing his duties as the producer, saw that the cosplay showcase had generated enough hype. He pointed at the computer, signaling the duo to transition into the main content of the night.

"Alright, everyone! The pre-show is over. Tonight, Officer Rosy isn't just here to catch ordinary criminals, but to survive a horde of zombies!" Rosy winked at the camera playfully before seamlessly pitching the sponsor's product like a pro. "Tonight, our channel is sponsored by a giant game publisher to bring you a terrifying survival experience in the latest co-op demo of 'Zombie War'! For those with a weak heart... you better brace yourselves!"

With that, she sashayed away from the showcase zone, sinking her perfectly round hips into her favorite gaming chair. Meanwhile, Owen took his place in the adjacent seat right next to her.

Julian quickly moved his mouse, switching the main camera angle to the gameplay screen, with a small webcam window of the two situated in the corner.

Owen and Rosy put on their gaming headsets. The moment they entered 'Zombie War's' co-op story mode, the previously bright and laughter-filled atmosphere was instantly replaced by tension. The screen shifted to a dark, fog-covered abandoned city. The eerie soundtrack and the howling wind made the temperature in the studio feel as if it had suddenly plummeted.

Owen selected a 'Male SWAT Officer' character, excelling in immense physical strength, high defense, and heavy weaponry. Rosy, on the other hand, chose an 'Agile Female Cop' who specialized in speed, first aid, and support.

The demo's story began in the middle of a locked-down city heavily infested with a mutant zombie virus. Their mission was to fight through the undead horde to reach the extraction point, and if possible... protect and escort any surviving NPC citizens along the way.

"Follow me, Rosy. Watch my back," Owen, roleplaying as the commander, ordered in a deep, serious tone. It was as if his natural leadership instincts had been awakened, even within a virtual world.

"Understood, Chief! I'll show you my pro-gamer skills!" Rosy replied confidently.

However... the game's horrifyingly realistic atmosphere—the sound of footsteps dragging across the floor, the groans echoing in the dark through their surround-sound headsets, and the gory graphics that almost made them smell the metallic stench of blood—caused the usually tough punk girl to noticeably tense up.

Owen flawlessly embodied the 'Carry' role. He controlled his character to lead the way, raining precise headshots on the incoming zombies. He aggressively rushed in to bash them with the butt of his rifle or deliver finishing punches whenever he had the chance, while also using his body to shield the three NPC citizens they had painstakingly rescued.

Rosy took on the support role. She trailed closely behind Owen's broad back, throwing ammo boxes, healing him when he got scratched, guarding the citizens in the rear, and solving puzzles to clear their path forward.

"Area clear. Rosy... go search that locker for a keycard. I'll hold the line in the hallway," Owen instructed while reloading his shotgun.

"You got it, piece of cake~"

Rosy breathed a sigh of relief seeing Owen's broad back standing tall, blocking the entrance. Feeling safe, she guided her female cop character to the narrow lockers in the corner of the room, casually scanning for items, thinking that as long as Owen was out front, there was nothing to fear.

But a AAA horror game wasn't that forgiving...

Just as Rosy was looking down and looting!

CRASH!!! ROARRR!!!

Suddenly, the large glass window next to the lockers shattered! A giant mutant zombie with bulging muscles and razor-sharp claws burst through the glass right at her character, filling the entire screen accompanied by a deafening jumpscare sound effect that nearly shattered her eardrums!

"KYAAAAA!!!"

Rosy screamed at the top of her lungs! It was a mix of genuine, absolute terror and the acting Julian had briefed her on earlier.

The girl jumped out of her skin, completely abandoning her mouse and keyboard. Driven by survival instincts, she threw herself at Owen, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her beautiful, sweet face buried itself into his strong neck as she let out adorable shrieks.

"Waaah~! Owennn! Save meee!"

The moment she lunged into the hug, her ample breasts—barely contained beneath the unbuttoned, tight police shirt—deliberately pressed hard against Owen's thick arm and broad shoulder. The soft, yielding sensation pressing intimately against him caused the young man's body temperature to spike for a fleeting second.

Owen chuckled softly in his throat, showing no signs of panic. He maintained his cool composure entirely.

"Calm down, you little troublemaker. It's just a zombie," he teased her and the chat. His left hand left the keyboard to gently pat her slender back in a comforting manner, while his right hand remained firmly gripped on the mouse.

In the game, Owen's character whipped around instantly. Operating the mouse with one hand, he swapped to his shotgun and rapidly pulled the trigger, blasting the giant mutant zombie in the head three times in a row!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The giant zombie's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, splattering dark blood across the screen and saving Rosy's female cop by a hair's breadth.

But unfortunately... during the chaos, the smaller grunt zombies that climbed in through the window lunged at the three NPC citizens she had left behind, wiping them out. The screen flashed the message 'Civilian Casualties' in glaring red letters.

The chat, witnessing the entire ordeal, exploded into an absolute frenzy. Comments flooded in like a flash flood.

[I'M SO FREAKIN' JEALOUS!!!]

[Somebody possess me into Owen's arm right now! My eyes are burning with jealousy!]

[LMAO The NPCs are all dead! Rosy abandoned her support duty just to hug a guy!]

[This is the first time I've ever seen the tough Rosy cry from a jumpscare! She's so damn cute!]

[Great game! All hail the sponsor! Ten out of ten skulls!]

Behind the control monitor...

Julian performed his producer role flawlessly, knowing exactly what the audience wanted. The second the jumpscare hit, he switched the camera angle from the gameplay to a full-screen, close-up webcam shot.

The crisp 4K image broadcasted the exact moment Rosy was tightly hugging Owen for the whole world to see. The sight of her spilling cleavage pressing intimately against his best friend's chest and arm was displayed clearly in every pixel on the screen.

Rather than feeling a pang of jealousy, Julian licked his dry lips. His eyes behind his glasses gleamed fiercely with the fire of lust and ultimate satisfaction. His twisted fetish was perfectly fulfilled seeing the woman he once loved intimately clinging to a superior man in front of tens of thousands of people.

Once the giant zombie corpse collapsed to the floor, Rosy regained her senses and slowly pulled away from Owen's embrace, her face blushing bright red... Deep down, she secretly regretted having to let go of that warmth.

"A-Ahem!" She fake-coughed loudly to recover her dark-streamer persona amidst the barrage of teasing from the chat. "I-I just slipped earlier! The mouse was slippery! I wasn't scared or anything! Stop teasing me right now, you guys!"

Her unconvincing excuse drew a massive wave of laughter from Owen and a flood of donations from her fans. After composing themselves, they continued playing, coordinating to overcome obstacles until they successfully cleared the demo's story mode, much to the thrill of the viewers.

When the text 'Demo Completed' appeared on the screen, Rosy turned back to the camera to introduce the next segment of the stream.

"Alright, everyone! The story mode for this demo is officially wrapped up, but the sponsor whispered to us that they want to show off the game's 'Survival Mode' too. It's all about surviving wave after wave of zombies for as long as possible..."

Rosy dragged out her words, turning to look at Owen with eyes gleaming with a cunning, challenging light.

"But if we just play normally, it wouldn't be fun or fitting for Rosy Nocturne's channel, right?" She flashed a wide smile. "Owen~ Let's have a score-attack competition! We'll take turns playing one round each. Whoever gets the lowest total score... loses!"

She raised her index finger to her cherry lips. "And the rule is... the loser must obey one absolute command from the winner, no questions asked!"

That incredibly enticing proposal caused the chat to erupt once again. Fans excitedly split into factions, throwing donations to support the side they were cheering for. Many began imagining what wild things Rosy would command Owen to do if she won, or how Owen would punish the police officer if he came out on top.

Owen raised an eyebrow slightly, his golden eyes flashing with amusement. He could clearly feel the challenge radiating from the girl beside him.

"Bring it on..." Owen smiled, accepting the challenge with full confidence. "But if I win... no whining later, you little troublemaker."

The declaration of war between the two streamers served as the perfect conclusion to the demo playthrough, paving the way for the highly anticipated endgame competition!

"Then I'll open the floor first!"

Rosy announced fiercely. She sat up straight, completely shedding the image of the easily frightened girl from earlier. Her small hands rested on the keyboard and mouse with an expert grip. Her large eyes, once panicked, were now sharp and hyper-focused. She had fully possessed the spirit of a 'Top-Tier Gamer Girl.'

The moment Survival Mode initiated, the first wave of zombies flooded in from every direction.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A barrage of gunfire erupted. Rosy showcased incredibly fluid and stunningly accurate character control. She flicked her mouse, snapping her aim to intercept the undead, seamlessly weaving between dodging and taking cover as naturally as if the in-game character were an extension of her own body.

Owen, sitting in the adjacent chair, leaned back with his arms crossed, watching her screen and nodding in unconcealed admiration. Her gaming skills were absolutely the real deal.

At the same time, the chat was boiling over to the absolute limit! Because aside from watching her god-tier gameplay, every time Rosy flicked her mouse or dodged, her ample breasts, pushed up beneath her tight police uniform, jiggled and bounced lightly to the rhythm of her movements. It captivated the eyes of tens of thousands of viewers, making it impossible to look away. Donations and gifts poured in like a monsoon.

Rosy maintained her combo streak for multiple waves. The score on the screen skyrocketed rapidly. She gleefully sprayed bullets and tossed grenades into the zombie horde until she reached a high-level wave where the sheer number of undead blotted out the screen, leaving her no route to escape. Ultimately, her character was swarmed, dragged down, and the screen displayed 'Game Over'.

However, the final score displayed was astonishingly high, easily ranking among the top of the demo servers.

"Ha! How about that, Owen!" Rosy spun her chair to face the young man. She puffed out her chest proudly, giving him the most challenging smirk. "With a score like this... you better prepare yourself to be my servant~"

"Heh... So confident." Owen merely gave a faint smirk. He pulled his chair closer to the desk, resting his hands on the keyboard and mouse with a relaxed, completely unpressured demeanor before clicking 'Start' on his own screen to begin Survival Mode.

The moment the first wave began... Owen demonstrated the insurmountable gap between a 'Skilled Normal Human' and an 'Awakened' possessing superhuman reflexes and movements!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Whoa..." Rosy let out a soft gasp upon seeing Owen's screen.

There was zero wasted movement. Zero panic. Owen's mouse control was rock-solid, as if magnetically locked on. Every single shot fired was a clean 'Headshot', drilling through zombie skulls sequentially. His ammo management, distance calculation, and evasive maneuvers were flawlessly executed. The zombies couldn't even get close to his character. He cleared wave after wave with demonic speed!

The chaotic chat fell completely silent for a moment before exploding with praise for his god-tier skills, nearly breaking the chat interface.

[Holy shit! Is Owen using an aimbot?!]

[That accuracy is insane! 100% headshot rate, bro!]

[The God Gamer himself has arrived! We bow to you, boss!]

As for Rosy... the girl who was previously sitting tall with confidence was now squirming in her seat. Her large eyes went wide, staring at Owen's rapidly surging score. It was breathing down the neck of her highest record with no signs of slowing down whatsoever.

'Crap... if I let this go on, I'm going to lose completely!' Rosy bit her nails anxiously. She didn't want to be the loser forced to obey Owen's command, even if, deep down, she secretly wondered what he would ask of her.

Seeing things taking a turn for the worse, the mischievous girl decided to deploy a 'Dirty Trick' she had just concocted on the spot.

Rosy turned to the webcam, instantly swapping her anxious expression for the sweetest, most pleading smile.

"Uhm... Everyone~ Rosy's throat is feeling a little dry. I'm going to go grab some water and use the restroom for just a sec, okay?" She clasped her hands beneath her chin, blinking innocently. "In the meantime, please curse... I mean! Please cheer for Owen in my place~ I'll be right back!"

With that, she waved adorably at the camera, stood up, and stepped out of the camera's frame, leaving only the image of Owen intensely focused on his fierce gameplay on the live stream.

But in reality... Rosy hadn't left the studio or even walked toward the door at all!

The moment she was out of the camera's lens radius, the slender figure in the sexy police outfit crouched down, crawling silently on her knees beneath the massive L-shaped computer desk like a stealthy cat. The space underneath was quite dark and cramped, but wide enough for her to slip in completely unnoticed.

Owen, who was frantically clicking his mouse to clear the zombie horde, flinched slightly when he suddenly felt something soft squeezing between his legs!

Before he could even look down... someone's soft palms landed squarely on his firm thighs, before beginning to stroke and caress him provocatively and mischievously.

'This crazy girl... what does she think she's doing?!' Owen cursed inwardly, his eyes widening slightly.

Rosy, hiding under the desk, looked up at the young man's chin. She flashed a wicked smirk in the dark before using both her slender hands to glide higher and higher up his thighs... slowly inching toward his center, intentionally sparking his deepest, primal urges.

And when her soft hands made contact with the crotch of his jeans, the scorching heat radiating from him made Owen inadvertently grind his teeth.

His primal alpha instincts reacted swiftly to the beautiful invader. His previously dormant manhood began to swell and harden, pressing insistently against the denim fabric. Wasting no time, Rosy used her fingertips to trace and fondle his awakening hardness through the cloth in a teasing, challenging manner.

Owen almost let out a groan. His muscles tensed all over. He wanted to pull his legs away or reach down to grab the little troublemaker and spank her to teach her a lesson, but he... couldn't!

Because right now... the 4K webcam was capturing his face and upper body, broadcasting live to tens of thousands of viewers! If he ducked under the desk or showed any signs of panic, the watchful chat would definitely grow suspicious and catch on.

This silent strike beneath the desk was the most devious, concentration-shattering dirty trick imaginable!

"Urgh..."

Owen tried to take a deep breath, keeping a straight face and forcing all his focus back to the zombie game on the screen. He tried to command his fingers to continue pulling the trigger accurately, but it was agonizingly difficult when a pair of soft hands was massaging his most strategic stronghold down below!

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