Sunday 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. There was a huge mafia gang war in the entertainment district on Friday night. Almost twenty people died."
Owen frowned and leaned in to read the headline. "Iron Python Gang Declares War, The Velvet Shadow Collapses in a Single Night… Awakened Association Intervenes to Stop the War?" After skimming the article, he couldn't help but comment. "Damn… this was in the middle of the city. How could they start a war without any regard for the law?"
"I know, right?" Julian added with a concerned look, still staring at the images of the damage in disbelief. "It's terrifying. Good thing we weren't anywhere near there recently."
Rosy, who had been quietly preparing, flinched upon hearing the conversation. Her body went rigid for a moment, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest, afraid that Owen would find out what she and Iris had done. A cold sweat beaded on her temples.
'Hmph… a war? That was just taking out the trash,' Iris's cold voice sounded in her consciousness.
Rosy could only swallow hard. She pretended to whistle nonchalantly and quickly excused herself. "Uh… um... I'm going to go change into my cosplay now. It's almost time!" she said, her voice trembling slightly, before grabbing the costume box and disappearing from the room to change in the bathroom… If she stayed any longer, she would definitely do something to give herself away.
Not long after, when Rosy returned, both Owen and Julian had to hold their breath.
Rosy walked in, a little shy but filled with pride in her full "Demon Lord Girl" cosplay made by Finley. She spun around slowly, happily. The jet-black velvet fabric made her fair skin stand out even more. The intricate, ancient-patterned gold thread embroidery on the collar and hem of the skirt glittered in the light. The realistic, jet-black demon horns made her look both elegant and dangerous at the same time.
"Whoa… the damage is insane," Julian mumbled, 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 amazed by the beauty, but by Finley's skill and Rosy's ability to perfectly embody the character. "Amazing, Rosy. You look like you were born for this outfit."
The compliment made Rosy blush slightly. "I didn't think it would be this beautiful! 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 until 7 PM. Get ready," Rosy's excitement quickly turned into visible nervousness. She started fidgeting again.
"Wait, Owen!" she turned to him, her face panicked. "What am I supposed to do? How do I greet the viewers? What if no one talks to me? Do I just sit here in silence? You didn't give me a script or anything!"
Owen chuckled at her frantic state. He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders to reassure her. "Listen, Rosy," he looked 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-loving girl who just happens to be in the body of a demon lord."
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 you need to do... and they will love you for who you really are. No matter what you do, they'll be there to watch and support you."
His sincere words made Rosy feel a great sense of relief. She nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Mm… 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 sincere-looking smile, but his eyes held a hidden, unreadable glint… a cold glint, full of anticipation for what was about to happen.
…..
"Five minutes," Owen's voice sounded, breaking the tense, exciting silence.
Rosy, sitting in front of her computer, took a deep breath, trying to calm the war drum pounding in her chest. Her hands were cold and slightly clammy. She looked at her own image in the preview window an elegant Demon Lord Girl, but inside, she felt like a small girl about to step onto a massive stage for the first time.
Owen walked up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. "Remember what I said? Be yourself," he winked at her through the reflection on the screen. "And… have fun."
7 PM sharp…
Owen returned to his own station and immediately pressed the "Go Live" button. His screen flashed with the streaming interface. The viewer count shot up from 0 to the hundreds, then to a thousand in less than five minutes. The chat flowed like a river with greetings from his regular fans.
He gave Rosy a signal. She hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip before gathering all her courage and pressing the "Go Live" button on her own channel. Her viewer count slowly ticked up… 1… 5… 12… Her heart pounded so hard it almost leaped out of her chest.
Owen immediately began 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 her very first stream debut! Please give a warm welcome to… Rosy, from the channel 'Rosy Nocturne,' the girl who comes with the songs of the night!"
He pasted the link to Rosy's channel in the chat. "Everyone, please go follow my friend! I promise 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-quiet chat began to flood with messages, making her eyes blur.
'Don't look like a startled rabbit, Rosy, or the chat will just eat you alive,' Iris's mocking voice sounded in her head.
Rosy flinched slightly. She took a deep breath and turned to the camera with her brightest smile. "H-Hello everyone!~ It's me, 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! I'm looking forward to getting to know you all!"
Her bright, natural charm, which contrasted with her cool Demon Lord Girl look, made the viewers in chat start to flood her with praise.
…
[Chat]:
[So cuteeee!]
[The cosplay quality is insane!]
[Her voice is so cute!]
…
The first wave had begun… Owen's fans who had come over were impressed by Rosy's cuteness and her perfect cosplay. They started sharing her stream link to their friends and on their own social media.
Soon, the second wave hit… Die-hard fans of the "Demon Lord Girl" anime, who saw her high-quality cosplay through the shares, started to pour in. The hashtag "#DemonLordRosy" quickly started trending 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 started recommending Rosy's channel on the front page in the "Hot New Channels" category.
Rosy's viewer and follower counts skyrocketed. The numbers on the screen spun with a shocking speed. From the hundreds to a thousand… two thousand… three thousand… Rosy's jaw dropped, stunned at the numbers on her screen.
She was so happy she didn't know what to do as she saw the chat flowing too fast to read and the non-stop sound of donation alerts.
Owen, seeing her state through his own screen, quickly sent her a private message: "Breathe deep, Rosy. You can do 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 chat, naturally and charmingly. She had overcome her fear and had become a new star, shining brightly, ready for her amazing performance in the next scene.
…..
After talking to the viewers to her heart's content and feeling much more comfortable, Rosy nodded to Owen… It was time for the highlight everyone was waiting for.
"Alright everyone!" she said with a charming and confident smile. "As a thank you for all the amazing support today… I'm going to sing my favorite song for you all!"
The chat exploded with excitement. Owen picked up his jet-black electric guitar and got into a ready stance. His fingers expertly ran along the fretboard before he struck a powerful, familiar rock chord. It was the intro to "Shadows Under the Moonlight" by "The Eclipses."
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 grace and style of the famous singer she was at her university. Her voice blended perfectly with Owen's electric guitar, as if they had played together countless times.
The chat exploded with a frenzy. Donations and subscriptions skyrocketed to a record high, the alerts going off non-stop. Everyone was stunned by the talent hidden beneath her cute face and cool cosplay.
…
[Chat]:
[Wait!? Is that the same person with the cute voice from before? So powerful!]
[This is a real Demon Lord Girl! Not just pretty, but she can sing rock too! So cool!]
[Look at Owen playing guitar… what's with the way he's looking at Rosy!? I'm shipping this so hard!]
[I surrender! I'll do anything! Just let me hear you sing again!]
[$50 Donation: Heavenly voice! Here's some snack money! Sing again! Sing again!]
…
Two hours passed like a dream…
"Thank you all again! See you next stream! Bye-bye!~" Rosy waved to the camera one last time before pressing the "End Stream" button.
The moment the stream cut off, she collapsed into her chair, exhausted but blissful. "Pant… pant… I didn't think it would be this tiring."
"But you did an amazing job, Rosy!" Owen put down his guitar and smiled 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… just from two hours!?"
"This calls for a celebration!" Julian said cheerfully. He walked to a small fridge in the corner and took out three ice-cold cans of beer. 'Perfect… they're tired and happy, their guard is down,' he thought to himself as he quickly and discreetly dropped a powerful, colorless, and odorless aphrodisiac into two of the cans.
He handed a can to Owen and Rosy. "To the success of 'Rosy Nocturne'!" Julian held up his can.
"Cheers!" The three of them clinked cans and drank happily. After they had finished, Julian glanced at his watch and pretended to remember something. "Oh! Crap, I left the laundry in the machine. I've got to go hang it up. I'll be back in about an hour. You guys can celebrate without me!"
Owen was a little surprised that Julian had only just remembered his laundry at this time of night, but he didn't think much of it.
Julian left the room with a hidden smirk… waiting for the drug to take effect and for the real "show" he had staged to begin…
Not long after Julian left… the once-happy and successful atmosphere was slowly replaced by a strange heat. The poison of lust hidden in the beer cans began its silent work.
Owen felt a sudden, inexplicable heat wash over his body. The blood in his veins pumped so hard he could hear his own heart beating in his ears. The dormant sire instinct within him roared to life, ordering him to see the woman beside him as nothing more than a beautiful "broodmother," ready for reproduction.
At the same time, Rosy began to breathe heavily. Her face was flushed, her body as hot as if she had a fever. A craving she had never known before coursed through every cell. Her pussy began to grow wet, uncontrollably.
The two of them turned to look at each other by instinct… and in the other's eyes, they saw only the blazing flames of a crazed desire. An irresistible force pulled them together… crushing their lips against each other in a deep, passionate kiss.
"Mmm…" Rosy moaned with bliss. She held Owen tightly, wantonly thrusting her tongue into his mouth like someone who had been starving for a long time.
Owen didn't let himself be the passive one. He pulled her onto his lap, his large hands roaming her 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. The rough touch of his hands on the velvet fabric only made her arousal spike 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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