This was the first extended one‑on‑one time for the two of them, and after a round of verbal fencing, they both tacitly called it a draw.
Bai Lvdi needed to figure out Zhao Xuan's intentions and sincerity before putting herself on the line, while Zhao casually brought up some of the things she'd done against him in the past — signaling that, with his new status, he could overlook her past moves, but if she wanted something from him, she'd have to pay a higher price.
Right now, though, Bai's bargaining chips still weren't enough — Zhao was only mildly interested in her. She knew that, so her next step was to boost her appeal.
She pulled an electric stabilizer gimbal from her bag, fixed it to her phone, and handed it to Zhao.
"Could you do me a favor? I want to film a vlog — the lighting and scenery are perfect right now. Hold this gimbal and shoot for me."
Zhao wasn't expecting her to jump straight into that. He'd never used one of these, and he didn't even know what a "vlog" was.
His confusion was exactly what Bai had counted on. She wasn't just a gold‑digging "green tea" girl — since sophomore year, she'd been a dance streamer and video publisher on Bilibili. With her good looks and even exaggerated curves, she quickly gained a following.
But since she'd never really studied dance, her weaknesses showed — her fan count plateaued around 200k and grew slowly. She'd only just turned 18 before the gaokao, wasn't signed to a company yet, and only made a few thousand a month.
That was decent, but in the competitive dance‑streaming scene, buying new outfits plus her craving for luxury meant it wasn't enough.
Plenty of rich fans had sent big gifts or contacted her on WeChat after transferring money via Taobao, suggesting she sleep with or be kept by them.
But in that circle, prices were basically public. For a streamer with under 200k followers, the rates weren't high, and she wasn't willing to settle as a high‑end escort. With so many scams in the industry, she'd held back, keeping her polished Moments as bait for a stable, wealthy patron.
Her first target had been Cao Shudong — she'd humiliated Zhao in front of him — but after getting close, she saw he was laser‑focused on Wan Chujun. Comparing herself to Wan, she ditched Cao, and that's when her feud with Zhao really started. She'd often stirred the pot between the two, and ironically, Wan's hatred for both of them somehow turned her and Bai into friends.
She'd thought she'd have to wait until college to hunt again, but Zhao — whom she'd always looked down on — surprised her. His shopping spree and that car proved he was an even thicker "thigh" than Cao. She didn't know his exact background, but that didn't stop her from testing the waters.
First, she smoothed things over before his wealth went public — done two days ago, and it scored her points. If she'd started friendly today, Zhao wouldn't have given her the time of day.
Next, she had to give him novelty. However he'd been raised, he was still a dull bookish type in the short term. Things like anime dance streams, live streaming, and otaku culture? She was sure those had never entered his life. That was her ace.
If she waited a few months, the novelty would wear off — a guy who casually drops tens of thousands on a woman could easily buy a streamer's night with a tip. Men eventually go bad, and Bai decided she'd be his guide.
She briefly explained vlog basics — not much to it, she already had the content ready; filming wasn't the real point.
After outdoor shots, she asked Zhao to help with indoor scenes. A few videos in, it was almost 10 AM.
Zhao didn't feel much — just holding the gimbal, which stabilized itself, so it was easy. When Bai started editing and uploading with her iPad, she finally brought up her streamer identity.
Zhao wasn't totally clueless, but his exposure was mostly to gaming streams — he'd never heard of her dance streams.
"You've studied dancing?" Zhao asked, surprised, remembering Ye Peiqi's crazy flexibility. If Bai really could dance, he wouldn't mind adding another — Ye's figure was too flat.
Bai shook her head. "Anime dance doesn't require real technique — it's just good‑looking girls with decent figures doing simple moves. Low difficulty, just needs stamina." She showed him her profile.
After some convincing, Zhao downloaded the pink app, registered, and followed her.
Her dances often featured JK uniforms or cosplay. Her figure let her pull off exaggerated characters, and most fans came for that. Eventually, she even did pure cosplay videos without dancing.
Men are visual creatures, Zhao included. After watching several videos, his mouth went dry.
Seeing his reaction, Bai figured it was time to escalate. She suggested going to his room to see the hotel's king‑bed setup — a blatant hint.
Zhao glanced at her smiling face and took her to the elevator. At his door, Bai mysteriously said she had to go back for something.
Minutes later, there was a knock. Bai stood there with a large bag.
"Bathroom break," she said, entering and leaving Zhao baffled.
He got even more impatient when she stayed in there an hour.
But when she emerged, all irritation vanished.
Her blonde hair was now a braid. On her head, a silver ornate M‑shaped headdress. Her neck and shoulders were encased in a silver shoulder armor. Over that, a pure white cape. Black silk gloves reached mid‑upper arm. Silver elbow and arm guards made her slender arms look less fragile.
Her ample chest wasn't bound — just a thin silk top, with two cloth flaps from the cape covering it. Zhao could tell she wore no bra or pasties; her giant mounds were lifted by a metal waist guard that acted like a corset.
Below, the metal skirt armor barely covered her firm butt. A cape hung from the shoulders, paired with a silk battle skirt that covered her legs but had a front slit, revealing black sheer stockings. Silver 5‑cm heels covered her calves to just below the knees.
In her left hand, a lance taller than she was, with a flag attached. At her left hip, a slender prop sword; her right hand rested on its hilt. Colored contacts made her eyes bright sapphire blue, and her glossy pink lips added pop to the near‑all‑white outfit.
Any seasoned otaku would recognize this as a Fate Jeanne d'Arc cosplay. The armor left vital spots unprotected — it wasn't real, just plastic filler under a metallic shell, or Bai (strength 7) couldn't move. She'd spent thousands on this custom set, originally planning a beach cosplay series, but now it doubled as an RP session.
The downside — or bonus — was that her waist and breast binder were so tight her chest was even bigger than the character's, and she was almost out of breath.
In normal sugar‑baby deals, Zhao would tip generously before she performed. Here, Bai knew keeping him happy mattered more than the tip.
She walked up, grinning, and knelt half a meter away. "Great Lord, we can no longer resist. We surrender to you, Saint Joan. To atone for offending you, you may punish your captive as you wish — just spare my life."
Zhao didn't know the character's backstory, but he played along. He knew she was apologizing and offering herself as his prize.
"I can spare you and guarantee your safety and comfort, if you agree to be my slave forever, obey me as Master, follow my orders," Zhao said, leaning in to stroke her firm bust.
"Thank you for your mercy. From now, I am Master Zhao's slave, obeying all commands. By day, your loyal sword and shield; by night, your obedient bed warmer." She removed the prop sword, held it above her head with both hands, and offered it to him.
She didn't say the character's name — this was more than RP, it was her real agreement: if Zhao met her terms, she'd be his exclusive slave, in both game and reality.
Zhao understood and took the sword. It was heavier than expected — at least 2 kg — impressive for someone with strength 7. Setting it aside, he sat on the bed, pulled her chin up, and smiled. "So, Saint, how will you thank me?"
"Th… that depends on how you wish to enjoy your spoils," Bai said, playing shy, then whispered near his ear, "I brought lots of toys to keep you entertained."
He knew her act was performative, but the innocent look, lips bitten, eyes half‑closed, gave a different thrill — like a pure saint forced into lewd submission after defeat.
He was starting to like her. Where Lin Jingjing's obedience came from natural submissiveness, Bai was a true seductress — creative, potentially opening new avenues of play.
He pulled the knight‑girl into his lap, removed the headdress, and slid his hands under the cape flaps, caressing her bust through the silk.
"Don't wear bras in battle, Saint? Did you plan to be 'conquered' so you could be reduced to a sex toy?" He felt her nipples clearly — she was going commando.
"N… no, you're too strong… conquered me. My maid said… no bra makes men… more excited," she played along, cheeks flushed with feigned shame or real arousal.
"Hmph! Slut, dressing like that on the battlefield — trying to seduce enemies?" His hand slid down, parting the skirt slit, caressing her black‑stockinged legs.
Her legs weren't skinny — they were curvaceous, with top‑tier feel.
"If you keep your promise… my battlefield… will be your bed…" She buried her face in her arms, too shy to look, yet uttering lewd lines.
His hand found a full bush — no panties, ready for action without stripping. The feel of his palm through thin fabric sent heat through her. Bai, already primed, felt a flush of shame, but in character it made her even more enticing.
"Let's see what you brought." He opened her black bag — and was surprised.
Two red, two black ropes, a chained collar, hollow balls on straps, metal rings, strap‑on, glass beads, hollow plugs with tubes, a long metal rod with rings…
Some uses were obvious.
"Collecting these toys earns divine punishment, Saint. Aren't you afraid?" He displayed each item.
Bai, though she'd bought them, instinctively looked away, but stayed in character.
"From today… you are my god… Punish me, your lewd saint, as you wish!" Her voice lowered but stayed audible.
Moving in the white armor, she seemed to dodge his touches, but was really offering her breasts and pussy for his use.
He removed her arm guards, leaving the gloves, took the red rope, and bound her hands behind her. She blushed but complied.
She'd planned a slower pace, stretching this over days, but Zhao's enthusiasm for cosplay RP outpaced her expectations. If he took her virginity in this outfit, it couldn't be reused.
"Saint, teach me how to use the rest of these on yourself." He looked at her bound, submissive yet heroic form.
Buying them was her limit — she'd never even opened the package. Now she was asked to explain and demonstrate on herself. She froze, didn't notice Zhao let go, and slid down into a kneeling squat.
Zhao meant to humiliate her — Bai's role was to innovate and play roles; if she couldn't guide the tools' use, the fun dropped.
"Well, Saint, you must know how to use them. Lead the way." He picked up the ring with straps, took off his shoes, and used his toes to explore between her thighs, feeling the soft inner flesh.
His rough foot on her most sensitive spot snapped her out of extreme shame. Seeing the toys had almost made her climax.
He teased slowly, pinching and twisting with his toes. Bai suffered but dared not resist, eyes watery, pleading silently.
Zhao, experienced with women, didn't relent — he added a second foot, exploring near her lips.
"Our Saint got aroused from my toes." He pulled one out, shiny with her juices.
"Lick it clean." His tone turned harsh.
She flinched, then obediently knelt and lowered herself, struggling to reach. The waist armor made bending hard; arms bound, she couldn't assist. After failed tries, she almost lay down, but Zhao stopped her, "Keep decorum, serve on your knees."
After a pause, she asked, "Please… place your foot… on my chest." She thrust her chest forward, emphasizing her size.
"You're no saint — more like a lewd saint. 'Lewd Saint' suits you." He didn't comply yet.
"Please… place your sacred foot… on the lewd saint's chest… let me lick it!" She stammered out, and he set his foot on her mounds.
Her lips reached his toes, greeted by the scent of her own arousal. His toes were engulfed, her tongue carefully cleaning each crevice. It gave little physical pleasure, but seeing this woman who once targeted him now humbly serving him in costume thrilled Zhao.
While she serviced him, he snapped photos — a perverse memento and a tool of control.
After a few minutes, he pulled his foot away, slid both feet back under her skirt, and resumed.
"Saint, show me — how do I use this on you?" He lifted the toy, smiling.