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Chapter 79: Rosy's First Livestream
🕑 Added 2025-10-11 05:42:03 +0000 UTCSunday evening… inside Julian's bedroom. The room, once a gamer's paradise with RPG and pop artist posters, had now been fully converted into a temporary streaming studio. Wires snaked across the floor, two large ring lights cast a soft white glow, and a large green screen was stretched across one entire wall.
Owen was busy with the final checks on the OBS settings, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard, professionally adjusting audio levels and color balance, while Julian helped with the final lighting placement to ensure no shadows fell on Rosy's face.
"This is amazing, Owen," Julian praised, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the professional-grade equipment. "Everything for this stream is as high-quality as what the pro streamers use. Even your own channel doesn't have stuff this fancy. You've really invested a lot in Rosy!"
"Of course," Owen replied without looking away from the screen, a small smirk on his lips. "It's her first stream. Everything has to be perfect."
The air in the room was thick with a near-boiling excitement. While the two were busy preparing, Julian, with a moment to spare, picked up his phone to kill time. But his casual expression quickly turned into a frown.
"Hey… Owen, look at this!" He held the screen out for Owen to see. "Big news. On Friday night, there was a huge mafia gang war in the middle of the entertainment district. Almost twenty people died."
Owen frowned and leaned in to read the headline. "Iron Python Gang wages a fierce battle, The Velvet Shadow collapses in a single night… The Awakened Association had to intervene to stop the war?" After quickly reading the summary, he couldn't help but complain with a bit of emotion. "Damn... This is the middle of the city. How could they start a war like they own the place, with no fear of the law?"
"I know, right?" Julian added with a concerned look, still staring at the images of the damage in disbelief. "It's scary. Good thing we weren't anywhere near there recently."
Rosy, who had been standing by quietly, flinched slightly upon hearing the conversation. Her body went rigid for a moment, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest, afraid that Owen would find out what she and Iris had done. A cold sweat began to form on her temples.
'Hmph... A war? That was just taking out the trash,' Iris's cold voice echoed in her consciousness.
Rosy could only swallow hard. She quickly pretended to whistle nonchalantly and immediately bolted from the conversation. "Uh… Um... I'm gonna go change into my cosplay now. It's almost time!" she said, her voice trembling slightly, before quickly grabbing the costume box and disappearing from the room to change in the bathroom... If she stayed any longer, she was sure she'd give something away.
A short while later, when Rosy returned to the room, she took both Owen's and Julian's breath away.
Rosy walked in, looking a little shy but also filled with pride in her full 'Demon Lord Girl' cosplay, made by Finley. She twirled slowly, delightedly. The jet-black velvet fabric made her fair skin stand out even more. The exquisite ancient patterns, embroidered with golden thread, glittered as they caught the light. The strikingly realistic black demon horns made her look both elegant and dangerous at the same time.
"Whoa… The damage is devastating," Julian muttered, his eyes wide. "You look like a final boss that just walked out of an RPG, Rosy!"
Owen smiled with satisfaction. He wasn't just impressed by her beauty, but by Finley's skill and Rosy's ability to perfectly embody the role. "Amazing, Rosy. It's like you were born for this costume."
The compliment made Rosy blush slightly. "I didn't think the costume would be this beautiful either! Finley is a real genius," she said excitedly, adjusting her skirt.
But when Owen glanced at the clock on the computer screen and said, "Alright everyone, ten minutes to 7 PM. Get ready," Rosy's excitement began to visibly turn into nervousness. She started fidgeting again.
"Wait, Owen!" she turned to him, looking panicked. "What am I supposed to do? How do I greet the viewers? What if no one talks to me? Do I just sit in silence? You didn't give me a script or anything!"
Owen chuckled at her flustered state. He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders to reassure her. "Listen, Rosy," he said, looking deep into her eyes with a warm gaze. "This isn't a play. This is you presenting yourself. The people who come to watch don't want to see an actress reciting lines. They want to see 'Rosy,' the cool rock girl who just happens to be in a demon lord's body."
He gave her an encouraging smile. "Just be yourself. Talk the way you like, have fun playing the game, laugh when you mess up. That's all it takes... and they will love you for who you really are. No matter what you do, they will watch and support you for sure."
Those sincere words made Rosy feel a great sense of relief. She nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Okay… I'll try!"
Julian walked over and patted both their shoulders lightly. "That's right! You guys can do it. Give it your all!" he said with a seemingly genuine smile, but his eyes held a hidden, unreadable glint… a cold glint, anticipating something that was about to happen.
…..
"Five minutes," Owen's voice broke the tense, exciting silence.
Rosy, sitting at her computer, took a deep breath, trying to calm the war drum that was her heart. Her hands were cold and slightly clammy. She looked at her own image in the preview window, an elegant demon lord, but inside, she felt like a small girl about to step onto a huge stage for the first time.
Owen came to a stop behind her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. "Remember what I said, right? Be yourself," he winked at her through the screen's reflection. "And… have fun."
7 PM sharp…
Owen went back to his seat and hit the "Go Live" button instantly. His screen lit up with the streaming interface. The viewer count shot up from 0 to the hundreds, and then to a thousand in less than five minutes. The chat scrolled like a waterfall with greetings from his regular fanbase.
He gave Rosy the signal. She hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip lightly before mustering all her courage and hitting "Go Live" on her own channel. Her viewer count slowly climbed… 1… 5… 12… Her heart pounded so hard it almost leaped out of her chest.
Without delay, Owen started his promotion plan. "Alright, everyone! Today we have a very special guest I want you all to meet," he said with a charming, wide smile. "She's my best friend, and today is the debut of her own stream! Please give a round of applause for… Rosy, from the channel 'Rosy Nocturne,' the girl who comes with the songs of the night!"
He posted the link to Rosy's channel in the chat. "Everyone, please go follow my friend. I guarantee you'll fall in love with her!"
Almost instantly, the viewer count on Rosy's channel shot up from the tens to the hundreds. The once-empty chat began to fill with a stream of messages that blurred her vision.
'Don't look like a startled rabbit, Rosy. You'll just encourage the chat,' Iris's mocking voice sounded in her head.
Rosy flinched. She took a deep breath and turned to the camera with her brightest smile. "H-Hello, everyone!~ I'm Rosy!" At first, her voice trembled slightly, but as she began to talk about her channel's direction, her confidence slowly returned. "The 'Rosy Nocturne' channel will focus on cosplaying characters I like, talking about anime, singing rock songs, and playing fun games! Please take care of me!"
Her bright and natural charm, which contrasted with her cool demon lord look, made the viewers in the chat begin to send a flood of compliments.
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[ Chat ]:
[So cute!]
[The cosplay quality is amazing!]
[Such a cute voice!]
…
The first wave had begun… Owen's fans who had followed him over were impressed by Rosy's cuteness and her perfect cosplay. They started sharing her stream link with their friends and on their social media.
Before long, the second wave hit… Die-hard fans of the anime "Demon Lord Girl," who saw Rosy's high-quality cosplay through the shares, started flocking to watch. The hashtag "#DemonLordRosy" quickly began to trend among anime lovers.
And then… the third wave, the one that set off the explosion, arrived. The streaming platform's algorithm detected the abnormal growth and began to recommend Rosy's channel on the front page under the "Trending New Channels" category.
Rosy's viewer and follower counts skyrocketed. The numbers on the screen spun shockingly fast. From the hundreds, it became a thousand… two thousand… three thousand… Rosy's jaw dropped in astonishment at the numbers on her screen.
She was so happy she didn't know what to do as she saw the chat scrolling too fast to read and the non-stop sound of donation alerts.
Owen, who saw her reaction on his screen, quickly sent her a private message: "Breathe, Rosy. You've got this. They're here to see 'you.' Just talk to them."
The message brought Rosy back to her senses. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again… this time, her eyes were filled with determination and a truly confident smile.
"Thank you all so much!" she said, her voice bright and full of energy. "I'm so glad you all like the costume! This is the work of a genius designer named Finley!"
She began to greet and answer questions in the chat naturally and charmingly. She had overcome her fear and become a new star, shining at her brightest, ready for the amazing performance in the next scene.
…..
After chatting with the viewers to her heart's content and feeling much more at ease, Rosy turned to nod at Owen as a signal… It was time for the highlight everyone was waiting for.
"Alright, everyone!" she said with a charming and fully confident smile. "To thank you all for the overwhelming support you've shown me today… I'd like to sing my favorite song for all of you!"
The chat exploded with excitement. Owen picked up his jet-black electric guitar, holding it at the ready. His fingers ran skillfully along the fretboard before he struck a powerful rock chord as a familiar intro. It was the song "Shadow Under the Moonlight" by the band "The Eclipse."
And then… Rosy began to sing. The voice that had been so bright at first now transformed into one that was powerful, husky, and filled with the true spirit of a rocker. She sang with the graceful posture and style of the university's famous singer. Her voice blended flawlessly with Owen's electric guitar, as if they had played together countless times.
The chat exploded with frenzy. Donations and subscriptions skyrocketed to a record high as the notification sounds went off nonstop. Everyone was stunned by the talent hidden beneath her cute face and cool cosplay.
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[ Chat ]:
[ Wait!? Is that the same person with the cute voice from earlier? So powerful! ]
[ A true Demon Lord Girl has to be like this! Not just pretty, but she can sing rock too! So cool! ]
[ Look at Owen playing the guitar… What's with the way he's looking at Rosy!? I'm shipping this! ]
[ I surrender! I'll do anything! Just let me hear you sing again! ]
[ Donated $50: A heavenly voice! Here's some pocket money! Sing again! Sing again! ]
…
Two hours passed like a dream…
"Thank you all again! See you next stream! Bye-bye!~" Rosy waved goodbye to the camera one last time before hitting the stop stream button.
The moment the stream cut off, she collapsed into her chair, exhausted but blissful. "Hah… hah… I didn't think it would be this tiring."
"But you were amazing, Rosy!" Owen put his guitar down and turned to smile at her. "Look at your follower count."
Rosy turned to look at the numbers on her screen and her jaw dropped… 5,428 Followers… "No way… This is… in just two hours!?"
"This calls for a celebration!" Julian said cheerfully. He walked over to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and took out three ice-cold cans of beer he had 'prepared'.
He handed a can to Owen and Rosy before raising his own. "To the success of 'Rosy Nocturne'!"
"Cheers!"
The three clinked their cans and drank in celebration, happy. Owen and Rosy didn't notice… that beneath Julian's friendly smile… his eyes were glinting strangely.
After drinking for a while, Julian pretended to look at his watch and exclaimed, "Oh! Crap, I have an urgent errand I completely forgot about. Excuse me for a bit, you guys can keep celebrating without me!"
Owen was a little surprised by Julian's unusual haste, but due to his exhaustion and happiness from Rosy's success, he didn't think much of it.
Julian left the room quickly… The moment the door closed, the friendly smile on his face vanished, replaced by a twisted, excited grin. He quickly took out his phone and opened the app connected to the cameras he had secretly installed…
…waiting with bated breath for the premiere "show" he had orchestrated himself… to begin.
Not long after Julian left… the atmosphere, once filled with happiness and success, was slowly replaced by a strange heat. Something hidden in the drinks began to work quietly… fanning the flames of lust from within before they even realized it.
Owen felt a baseless heat flash through his body. The blood in his veins pumped so violently he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears. The slumbering Sire instinct roared madly, ordering him to see the woman nearby as merely a beautiful "broodmother," ready for reproduction.
Meanwhile, Rosy began to breathe rapidly. Her face was flushed, her body hot as if with a fever. A thirst she had never known before surged through every cell. Her slit began to moisten uncontrollably.
The two turned to look at each other instinctively… and in the other's eyes, they saw only the crazed, blazing flames of desire. They were pulled towards each other by an irresistible force… crushing their lips together, deep and hot.
"Mmph…" Rosy moaned in her throat, blissfully. She wrapped her arms around Owen tightly, her tongue intruding wantonly, like one who had been starved for a long time.
Owen did not let himself be passive. He lifted her body to sit on his lap, his large hands roaming over the curves under the Demon Lord Girl costume with a burning heat. He tore off the golden cloth belt without a care and began to frustratingly undo the complex hooks and buttons of the cosplay. His rough touch against the velvet fabric sent her arousal spiking even higher.
"Ah… Owen…" she moaned his name, her voice trembling. Her consciousness was fading. She helped him clumsily remove the cumbersome parts of the costume until he could finally slip his hand inside and touch her hot, smooth skin.
Cut to Julian… He stood behind the house, pretending to unhurriedly shake out and hang laundry, but in his hand was a mobile phone, showing a live feed from 3 cameras he had secretly installed in his own room. He watched the image of Owen and Rosy all over each other on the bed, his eyes blazing, his breath coming in ragged gasps…
"Success… My plan worked…" he whispered to himself, before looking left and right. When he was sure no one was around, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his fully erect, 5-inch member, and began to stroke it with bliss… watching his best friend and his girlfriend about to give each other a wonderful night… exactly as he had planned…
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