Read Novel Full Chapter 465: Anglo Is Dog
Chapter 465: Anglo Is Dog
That near-moaning sound instantly set the live stream room ablaze.
"Damn, that voice... it sounds so hot."
"No kidding, just hearing it makes me hard. Is she actually moaning?"
"Fuck, if she made that noise during sex, I couldn’t last five seconds."
The chat was crude, with all the old-timers driving their dirty jokes wild, but it somehow made the atmosphere incredibly lively and charged.
"Sorry, I just bumped my foot against the table leg..."
Deewa tried hard to compose herself, then said with a calm expression, "Since you lost, Qinka, you can’t back out of the bet we agreed on. All these big brothers are watching."
"Punishment? What punishment? The iron slip or a twerk dance?"
"Bro, you’re so outdated. What era is this? You still want to watch those lame tricks meant to fool idiots?"
"Before the PK, they said whoever loses has to call their own boss a dog ten times."
"Damn, that’s harsh."
"Yeah, Deewa said it’s to channel all us workers’ rage."
"Haha, Deewa’s something else. I love this punishment, though honestly, calling my boss a dog would probably insult the dog."
The stream room exploded into chaos, the pace flying off the charts. The pent-up resentment of countless wage earners erupted skyward in that moment, everyone finding this punishment particularly brilliant.
Seeing Qinka frozen in shock, a green tea expert of Deewa’s level would never let her off. She immediately tossed out a line, dripping with faux sympathy and hidden daggers:
"If little Qinka finds it too difficult, just forget it. After all, it’s not easy for a young girl like you just working a job."
"If your boss is too petty, it really puts you in a tough spot."
Words that seemed considerate on the surface were, in reality, top-tier manipulation, and the effect of fanning the flames was exceptionally potent.
In no time, a flood of spectators rushed into Qinka’s stream room, and the mood there instantly turned chaotic as well.
"What the hell? If you lose and don’t own up, why even PK? Too scared to curse your boss even once, but so quick to pocket those gifts?"
"Exactly, what’s with playing dumb now? If you can’t handle it, don’t play."
"This Qinka isn’t some little girl. Professional streamers make way more than us. No need to feel sorry for her."
Qinka was utterly stunned. Chena came running over, "Boss, it’s bad. People are stirring up trouble in our other streamers’ rooms too."
Anglo hurried over to look. His company currently had ten top streamers, all painstakingly cultivated over these years.
In this city without fierce competition, Anglo had firmly secured the top spot. Relying on these streamers, he was bound to rehabilitate his image eventually.
In just five short minutes, 20,000 dollars poured in, boosting Deewa’s popularity. Naturally, many working-class viewers scrolling through streams saw it.
Now every streamer under the local banner of Nova Media was under attack, all grumbling that Qinka was treating her audience and her big brothers like fools.
"Sorry, my camera fell."
"Everyone, don’t give her a hard time. Maybe her boss, Anglo, just wants to make money and doesn’t want to lose face."
The camera cut off abruptly. It didn’t matter that her beauty was no longer visible. The viewers loved moments like this where the drama was stirred up.
No one needed to guide them. The mere act of workers cursing their bosses was enough to get all the late-night phone-scrollers pumping with adrenaline.
Guided by the trending page, they stormed into various Nova Media stream rooms. The other smaller streamers were hit completely out of the blue.
"Qinka, curse him!"
Seeing the situation deteriorating, Anglo acted decisively. He held up a written sign for Qinka, signaling her to hurry up and say the words to calm the storm.
"Anglo is a dog..."
"Anglo is a dog..."
Qinka had no choice but to curse helplessly. The people in her room didn’t let up either, continuously counting for her.
"Ninth time, tenth time..."
When the count reached ten, the humiliated Qinka forcibly severed the connection.
At the same time, Deewa, with her legs draped over Luis’s shoulders, could no longer hold back. After yanking out the audio cable, she moaned through her climax. Hearing those chants of "Anglo is a dog," she trembled all over, her face filled with rapturous pleasure.
Luis sat up, gathered her into his arms, and kissed her again, letting this bewitching siren taste her own climax. She didn’t resist at all, appearing exceptionally pliant.
While they were locked in their intimate embrace, back in the Nova Media office, Anglo’s face was dark with fury.
"Boss, what’s going on? You said this woman had no money, that she had deadweight family holding her back, that even if she opposed you she couldn’t make waves."
"She just threw down 20,000 dollars. If she’s not signed to an agency and has no backer, where did she get that kind of money?"
The top streamer Qinka vented her self, throwing a tantrum. Unlike others deceived by contracts, she had been somewhat famous before.
Her relationship with Nova Media was purely collaborative. Though a pillar of the platform, she also held shares and wasn’t just a worker.
Anglo closed the door and hugged her, soothing her, "Qinka, that bitch is just having a temporary freak-out. She probably scammed some man out of his money, that’s all."
"I don’t care, this makes me look so bad."
Qinka lost her temper. Off stream, she slung her bag over her shoulder and stormed out, fuming, "There better not be a next time. My bosses weren’t watching today. If they had been, they’d think I was running some scam."
"Damn bitch!"
After Qinka left, Anglo was so angry he smashed an ashtray. It was unclear whether he was cursing Qinka or Deewa.
On the other side, Deewa had already changed her clothes and tied up her hair post-stream. She asked softly, "Are you sure you don’t want me to... finish you off?"