The Empress’ Livestream

Jiang Pengji frowned as she looked at the things she had taken out of the man’s pouch. When her gaze fell back on the man, it was filled with loathing.

On the other side of the stream, her viewers wanted to climb through the screen to shake her. Stop stalling!

Jiang Pengji was unaware of her viewers’ impatience and she undid the cord at the man’s waist. She removed a hard bundle from his lapels and gave the item a squeeze. It felt like a small bamboo scroll.

Hongjun Laozude Juhua: “Host, host, host. What’s written on it?”

Mofashaonu Afeng: “It looks like a list of names. I think I saw something. Hm… I think it’s a record of who stays where and their ages… But the super ugly handwriting at the bottom is hard to read. Did the host uncover some secret society’s secret?”

Meishaonu Zhanshi Ayuan: “I envy knowledgeable people. I once learned about astronomy and geography, and was well-versed in poetry and literature. It’s been four years since I graduated from college and now I feel like I can’t read. _(:з)∠)_ I only recognized two words from that bamboo scroll. I’m so sorry, my dear language teacher.”

Jiang Pengji pursed her lips and, right at that moment, the man started to regain consciousness. Before he could bring a hand to his neck, he realized a figure was squatting near him. He practically leapt two steps back.

He then noticed the loose cord around his waist and, due to his retreat, his pants had fallen to his knees. His a** was on display and the cold night air caused him to shiver.

The wretched man felt like crying.

He thought that he had encountered a mugger trying to steal his money; he had not expected that the other person was after his body.

It was so sudden that Jiang Pengji’s viewers didn’t have time to react before they were flashed by a pasty, white bottom.

Nao: “The host has really shown us something. Such a disturbing image.”

Qianshan Muxue: “You really got me in trouble. My mum and I are watching the stream together and now I’m kneeling on the floor.”

Jiang Pengji froze and her expression was disgusted. She lifted her leg and aimed a kick at the man’s left buttock. He flew forwards and landed on his face. A few bruises and scrapes formed on his face from the uneven floor.

The man grew angry with the way he was being treated. His fear was quelled by his anger and he rolled away to put some distance between him and his attacker. He had a tight grip on his pants while he spat out a mouthful of saliva. He then yelled out, “Which blind idiot is trying to take advantage of my body?”

Jiang Pengji: “…”

She did not need to look at her stream’s comments to know that her viewers were laughing themselves silly.

“Heh, take advantage of you?” Jiang Pengji felt utterly disgusted when she heard what he said. Goosebumps dotted her skin. “When you look like that?”

The man had thought that he was up against a burly bandit or a criminal, but when he heard Jiang Pengji’s voice emanating from the darkness, he froze. The clear timbre brought to mind a young boy with beautiful features.

In that era, male homosexuality was the trend and male brothels fared better than their female counterparts.

The man remembered the male prostitute that he had spent a night with. The boy’s body was lithe and supple, and the man found that better than any virgin girl he had ever had. The moment of lust suppressed all anger and fear he had.

“Yo, if it’s not a young Langjun. My body’s having a reaction from just your voice alone.”

The man found a rope and used it to hold his clothes together.

Jiang Pengji’s expression turned grim. The other man’s night vision was not comparable to hers in the darkness. He could only make out blurry features, but Jiang Pengji could see his filthy expression clear as day. She was utterly disgusted.

“If you told me earlier that I would be playing with you now, you wouldn’t of needed to get all forceful…”

The man lost his fear when he realized how small and young Jiang Pengji sounded. He thought that he had the advantage based on his age and height––plus he had some things on his body.

“Those who dare try their hand with me are either dead, on their way to being dead, or have yet to be born.”

Jiang Pengji balled up the wig the man had used to disguise himself and thrusted it in his face. She then forcefully stuffed it into his mouth while bringing her knee up to his abdomen. The man went numb from the force and lost control of his limbs.

Jiang Pengji knew where to hit to get the desired reaction. Even Liu Lanting, a weakling in Jiang Pengji’s eyes, would have been able to subdue the man with the correct techniques.

“Disgusting.”

Jiang Pengji raised her foot and ruthlessly brought it down three inches below the man’s navel. The indescribable pain she had just caused and the pain in his abdomen caused him to curl up into a ball. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, but he could not scream due to the wig stuffed in his mouth.

Nao: “I just had a feeling that the host stepped on my crotch. There was sudden pain and I had to check on my boys to make sure they were still intact. Right now, the people around me think I’m crazy.”

Pangdahai: “Yours is nothing. Can you imagine my dorm? Eight men touching their crotches at the same time?”

Paidaxing: “>_> I don’t want to imagine you guys holding each other’s crotches…”

Jiang Pengji’s male viewers commented on how they felt the pain while the female viewers wondered if it was really that painful.

Her channel had dissolved into a ball of chaos. There were some viewers complaining about her ruthless methods and how she had no worldly views. One of her viewers, Dali Buyaoting, berated her the most.

How could a person living in a peaceful world understand Jiang Pengji’s methods? If she attacked or killed someone, that was because she had to.