The Streamer’s Choice

Chapter 141: Big Spender Rosy

Owen's computer monitor flashed with a blood-red glow, the words [GAME OVER] prominently displayed in the center of the screen alongside his character's lifeless body in a pool of blood.

Owen threw his broad back against his gaming chair, completely spent. His thick, muscle-packed chest heaved heavily, causing his dark shirt to flutter. This wasn't the fatigue of mashing a keyboard, but the aftermath of releasing a massive volume of semen, squeezed out of him until he was completely spent.

His sharp golden eyes fluttered shut for a moment to weather the lingering waves of intense pleasure. It coursed through his entire body like static electricity. Every nerve ending still vividly recalled the wet, constricting warmth of that mouth.

The chat, which had gone dead silent for a heartbeat out of pure suspense, instantly erupted into absolute madness. No one in the online world had a clue about the "Battlefield of Lust" that had just unfolded below. Everyone simply assumed the god-tier streamer had slipped up due to the game's brutal difficulty. Messages flooded in like a waterfall, scrolling so fast they blurred.

[Holy sh*t! Dying when the boss only had a sliver of health left!]

[Mad respect for the effort, bro! Losing by just 10 points, that's incredibly frustrating!]

[Look at Owen's face! He's literally panting. Guess he was really immersed in the zombie war, haha!]

[That was awesome, boss! I was clenching so hard I almost peed!]

Owen opened his eyes. Looking straight into the webcam, he forced a faint smile with great difficulty. He cleared his throat softly, trying to wrestle his hoarse, trembling voice back to normal.

"Phew... missed it by just a hair..." Owen shook his head slightly, feigning regret. "That final wave boss is... seriously tough."

While Owen was saving face on camera, in the dim darkness beneath the L-shaped desk... Rosy, who had just swallowed his semen until she choked, was silently playing the role of the "cleaning crew."

Her large, round eyes looked up at the young man's chin as he sat panting above, her gaze overflowing with the sheer satisfaction of a victor. Her small pink tongue swept out, meticulously licking clean the semen still seeping from the head of his giant shaft. Then, she raised the back of her hand to hastily wipe away the milky white stains smudged around the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose.

For the final touch... her soft hands carefully grasped his softening meat—which remained massive and swollen regardless—and tucked it back inside his dark underwear. She then zipped up and buttoned his jeans as gently as possible, making absolutely sure not to make a sound.

Before pulling away, the mischievous cop couldn't resist playfully patting his crotch once. It was a parting tease that made Owen jump slightly, his eyebrow twitching.

Rosy flashed a wicked smile, silently crawling backward on her knees out from under the desk. Seamlessly using the camera's blind spot, she stood up, adjusted her cosplay outfit, and combed her messy hair back into place.

Cutting to behind the control monitor...

Julian was sitting there, trembling like a man with a fever. He had just experienced the most violent climax of his life. The crotch of his jeans was soaked with a large, sticky stain. The bespectacled boy frantically pulled out tissues to clean himself up in a panic. His hands were shaking, but his face was plastered with a blissfully wide smile he couldn't hide.

Catching from the corner of his eye that Rosy had finished sorting herself out and was preparing to step back into the frame, Julian took a deep breath, steadied his racing heart, and pushed his glasses up his nose. He quickly clicked the mouse to switch the streaming software scene, transitioning from the gameplay screen back to the full-screen 'Just Chatting' mode. He perfectly reverted to his producer persona, acting as if absolutely nothing had happened.

"Ah! What's this..."

A sweet, clear voice laced with playful mockery rang out as Rosy sauntered back into the frame. Feigning wide-eyed shock, she turned to the game screen displaying the red letters.

"I just went to the bathroom for a second... and our pro gamer is already dead? That's too bad~" She placed a hand on her chest, faking a sweet, pitying voice that was incredibly obnoxious and made Owen want to spank her.

The chat, seeing Rosy's return, joined in to ruthlessly tease Owen.

[Hahaha! Couldn't carry without your beautiful support, huh bro!]

[The moment Rosy left, Owen just lost his will to play. So sad!]

[The power of love vanished, and it's an instant GAME OVER!]

Rosy giggled cheerfully at the comments. She dropped her round hips into her favorite gaming chair next to Owen, crossing her legs with the seductive, dangerously charming posture of a winner.

"So in conclusion..." Rosy threw both hands in the air joyfully. "Officer Rosy is the winner of tonight's bet, everyone! Yay~!"

Virtual confetti popped on the screen, accompanied by a rapid surge of congratulatory donations to celebrate the streamer's victory.

Owen slowly turned his head to look at the mischievous winner. He locked his sharp golden eyes deep into hers... It wasn't the gaze of a submissive loser, but the gaze of a 'Predator' filled with undeniable hunger and a blazing fire of lust. It was a clear warning: 'Get ready for some real-world payback.'

But why would Rosy be scared? She didn't look away; instead, she raised an eyebrow and smirked back, meeting his challenge eye for eye.

The girl leaned in close to Owen affectionately, until her ample chest lightly brushed against his broad shoulder. Moving her lips close to the microphone, she whispered with a hoarse, sexy voice that sent the imaginations of tens of thousands of viewers running wild.

"Since you lost... you have to follow one absolute command from me. No refusing." Rosy paused, licking her lips lightly before turning to flash a sweet smile at the camera. "But... if Rosy spills the secret right now, it wouldn't be a surprise, right everyone~?"

The chat wailed in regret, practically going crazy with curiosity.

"Let's just say Rosy will reveal it in the next livestream! What should Rosy order our dear Owen to do~" She clasped her hands under her chin, delivering a drippingly sweet smile to the lens. "As for now, it's getting really late. It's time to end the stream. Thank you to our generous sponsor 'Zombie War' for the fun game tonight! And thank you to everyone for watching, supporting, and donating to us!"

Rosy raised her hand to wave goodbye, sending mini-hearts and sweet kisses through the screen.

"Tonight was so much fuuun! See you all next stream! Love youuu, bye-bye~"

Owen raised a hand to wave at the chat with a faint smile, bidding them farewell as well.

The moment the goodbyes ended, Julian, who had been waiting for the cue, quickly clicked the 'End Stream' button.

Beep...

The red recording light on the webcam went out, cutting all broadcast feeds into darkness... drawing the curtain on a wildly insane livestream, leaving behind only an atmosphere of intense heat ready to erupt once again in the real world!

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The next day. Thursday, 10:00 AM at the Ward Family Home.

The late morning sun shone through the sheer curtains into the spacious, modern living room. Tiny dust motes floated in the air, catching the light and turning into golden sparkles. The atmosphere was warm and lively. On the large glass coffee table in the center of the room sat coffee mugs, a fragrant tea set, and freshly baked butter cookies made by Clara, just out of the oven. Their sweet aroma filled the entire room.

Owen leaned his broad back against the center sofa in a relaxed posture. He wore a comfortable t-shirt, yet naturally exuded an aura of leadership. Flanking him on his left and right were two women intentionally pressing their bodies against him.

On his left was Rosy, dressed in a tight, dark gothic casual outfit. The girl sat happily munching on a cookie, swinging her legs in a good mood. On his right was Jessica, the redhead sporting a sexy secretary look: a white blouse with the top buttons undone and a tight, short pencil skirt hitched up slightly, intentionally showing off her smooth, pale thighs to Owen. She held an iPad, currently reviewing financial data on the screen.

Over on the single sofa to the left, Clara moved gracefully in her elegant yet simple house dress. Her sweet, beautiful face was adorned with a gentle, kind smile, making her look like the goddess of the household. She attentively passed the plate of snacks to Julian and refilled everyone's tea. However... deep down, she harbored a slight twinge of resentment and jealousy seeing the younger girls blatantly cuddling up against Owen's muscular arms.

'Kids these days are so bold and expressive...' Clara thought to herself, suppressing a soft sigh.

She wanted to walk over, rest her head on his broad shoulder, and openly act affectionately with Owen too. Unfortunately, she couldn't. Because her status was 'the best friend's wife', the deep, passionate relationship between her and the young man had to remain a top secret. Thus, Clara could only hide her possessiveness beneath the drippingly sweet smile of the wonderful Mrs. Ward.

And on the single sofa to the right... Julian, looking like he just woke up, was happily chewing on a croissant while rapidly typing messages on his smartphone.

At a glance, this might look like a typical morning gathering of friends... but if one were to delve into the 'numbers' currently sitting in each of their bank accounts, they would find that everyone in this room had far surpassed the definition of a regular salaryman. Therefore, their gathering today was inevitably about "Taxes."

Starting with the woman cheerfully serving snacks to everyone, Clara... who would have guessed that beneath her image as a warm, gentle, and excellent homemaker, she was secretly the highest earner of the group! Her OnlyStar account was skyrocketing, pulling in a staggering $360,000 a month. Even after giving Owen his 50% cut, she was still taking home a solid $180,000.

The dark irony was that Julian and Rosy genuinely still believed Clara was just a normal housewife doing casual social media modeling. And with such a massive income, if Clara had to pay 'Personal Income Tax' without any planning... this gentle lady would surely faint from the shock.

As for Rosy, the rising star of the streaming world, she was currently growing by leaps and bounds as the aggressive cosplay streamer, even cracking the top ten on trending newcomer charts. Her average income from donations and sponsors sat around $30,000 a month... a figure high enough to make many adults burn with jealousy.

Then there was Jessica. As Owen's personal secretary and account manager, her salary was $10,000, but that had simply become her 'pocket money'. Her main income from the coffee shop Damien managed was booming so much they were opening a third branch. Jessica had been in an especially good mood lately, having free time to shop, frequently coming over to cuddle with Owen, and flawlessly executing her accounting duties.

On Julian's end, the college student acting as a makeshift video editor and producer had gone from earning an intern's wage of less than $1,000 to seeing Owen bump his salary to $4,000 immediately as Owen and Rosy's channels exploded. Julian's life was undeniably flush, evidenced by the mountain of figures and limited-edition games piling up in his room. Now, he was ready to dedicate his life to tirelessly working behind the scenes for the two of them.

And finally... the man at the center of all the plans, Owen Marlowe.

From an average, low-tier streamer struggling to make $4,000 a month, his channel had grown to the point where his streaming revenue now hit $10,000. But that was just the 'surface.'

When combining his front-facing income with his OnlyStar split from Clara ($180,000), this young man was raking in a total of $190,000 a month! He was the 'Mastermind' who planned, supported, and pushed everyone to reach this point.

Fortunately, he had Jessica to help manage the headache-inducing financial figures, otherwise, he wouldn't have the time to 'manage' his relationships with the women around him.

Back to the atmosphere in the living room...

"Hey! Owen, Rosy, did you see that the views from last night's stream broke half a million!"

Julian excitedly struck up the conversation, breaking the silence in the living room. He held out his smartphone, showing a skyrocketing graph for everyone to see. "So many other game publishers are queuing up in our inbox asking Rosy to review their games! I can barely type the replies fast enough!"

"Wow~ That's so enviable... I wish I had that many sponsors coming in too. I'm really proud of Alicia for having such a talented daughter~" Clara set her teacup down and sincerely praised Rosy, her smile as gentle as a second mother's.

Because the OnlyStar account was a secret, Julian and Rosy completely believed that 'in this room, Rosy is the highest earner.' Being praised by both Julian and Clara made Rosy smile so wide her cheeks almost burst. She puffed out her full chest proudly, adopting a serious, boastful posture like a generous tycoon.

"Hehehe! Don't worry, everyone!" Rosy declared in a bright voice, patting her chest. "As the richest person in the group, today, Big Spender Rosy will treat everyone to dinner! Whether it's premium steak, fresh Pacific seafood, or even luxurious truffle dishes... whatever you want to eat tonight, just ask! The Boss will cover it!"

Her bold, newly-rich-kid declaration drew fond laughter from both Owen and Clara... two people who were many times richer than the little boss, but smoothly played along with the joke.

"Oh my, Big Spender Rosy is so generous," Jessica, who had been sitting quietly for a while, coughed lightly to interrupt the girl's sweet dream. She swiped open a data file on her iPad, her eyes instantly shining with the seriousness of a financial manager and Owen's personal secretary.

"The reason I called everyone here for a full meeting today is to discuss the most important aspect of being 'future wealthy people'."

Jessica shot Rosy an unreadable smile before dropping a massive bomb in the middle of the room.

"Your $30,000 a month income is amazing, Rosy..." Jessica dragged out her words. "But... you do know, right, that if you receive this money as an 'individual taxpayer'... by the end of this year, the tax office is going to deduct a massive amount of 'Income Tax'... Enough that you could easily buy a brand-new car with it."

Thud...

The moment she heard the cursed word 'Tax' and the comparative amount of money she'd lose for nothing...

The wide grin that had decorated the face of 'Generous Big Spender Rosy' snapped shut as if a switch had been flipped!

Her bright face turned as pale as a sheet of A4 paper. Her large, round eyes widened in sheer shock, her jaw dropping so low a fly could have flown in to lay eggs. The soul of the little millionaire left her body, floating right through the ceiling in an instant!

"B-Buy a... car!?" Rosy whimpered softly like she was sleepwalking, her body turning completely to stone.

Rosy's paralyzed shock and abrupt mode switch caused Owen, Clara, and Julian, who had been holding it in for a moment, to completely lose it and burst into roaring laughter filling the living room!

"Hahaha! Look at the troublemaker's face!" Julian laughed so hard he almost choked on his cookie.

The cheerful laughter helped break the tension of Rosy's tax numbers, before Jessica tapped her finger on the iPad, preparing to move into the next topic: planning to "open a corporate entity" to manage their taxes legally.

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