Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 43 : More Than Friends

"What's wrong?"

Putting down the drawing she was working on, Bei Yaoyue turned her swivel chair halfway around, crossing her legs as she looked at Xifeng who had rushed in urgently.

"You... you..." Xifeng's poor physical condition made her breathless after just a short jog.

She worked to steady her breathing and shouted: "Why did you tip me ten million gold seeds?"

"Let me ask you—whose money did I use to tip you?" Bei Yaoyue asked back.

"? Yours, of course."

"My money, I can spend it however I want. What's it to you?" Bei Yaoyue crossed her arms, expressionless.

"But... that's ten thousand yuan!" Xifeng was momentarily speechless at Bei Yaoyue's nonchalant attitude toward money. Indeed, poor people and rich people couldn't communicate normally.

"I think I need to correct something." Bei Yaoyue glanced at Xifeng, then turned back to focus on her drawing. "I only spent five thousand yuan."

"...Why?"

"The tip money is split fifty-fifty between you and the platform, right?" Bei Yaoyue turned her head again.

"Yes."

"I spent ten thousand yuan on tips, of which five thousand went into your pocket, so I only spent five thousand."

"...What kind of twisted logic is that?" Xifeng's mouth twitched violently.

"It's not twisted logic."

"Ugh..."

Though Xifeng wanted to prove Bei Yaoyue's reasoning was wrong, she couldn't find words to refute it at the moment. She could only puff her cheeks and make a sulky sound to express her dissatisfaction.

"So why did you tip so much money?" Having come to confront Bei Yaoyue only to be rebuffed, Xifeng's momentum completely deflated.

"The reason is simple." Bei Yaoyue's lips curved slightly upward in a charming smile. "I don't want the top spot on the fan ranking to be anyone other than me."

Xifeng was stunned. Though it sounded somewhat foolish, this really was something Bei Yaoyue would do.

"You're basically just giving money to Bilibili." Xifeng rubbed her hair irritably, still unable to understand rich people's thinking.

"Like I said, my money, I spend it how I want. It has nothing to do with you." After saying this, Bei Yaoyue looked at the half-finished illustration on her computer and issued an eviction order. "If there's nothing else, go to sleep. Don't disturb my work."

"You... hmph!"

Finding Bei Yaoyue completely unreasonable, Xifeng let out an indignant huff, turned on her heel, and left without looking back.

"Bang!"

Slamming the door resentfully, Xifeng continued complaining: "What's with the attitude? It's just some lousy money..."

Though she was grumbling, even Xifeng didn't notice that deep in her heart, a warmth was quietly growing and gradually spreading to every corner of her heart.

After showering, Xifeng crawled into bed and began her final pre-sleep activity—playing on her phone.

"Not considering making a fan group?"

This was a private message from Bilibili, sent by Kuroshita Fubuki.

"Eh... doesn't seem necessary yet? I don't have many fans right now."

"That's wrong thinking. Even with just ten fans, you shouldn't leave them with nowhere to go."

"You're right. I'll make one tomorrow and promote it during tomorrow's stream."

"Good, keep working hard tomorrow. I have high hopes for you—looking forward to the day you become a big streamer."

"Thank you."

Xifeng had quite favorable feelings toward this stranger who had provided so much help, making her reflect that there really were more good people in this world.

She swiped around on her desktop, hesitating about what to do, when suddenly the big red dot on the system caught her attention. She curiously clicked in to see what the system was up to now.

To her dismay, the red dot appeared on the [Affection] she least wanted to see.

"[Affection]:

Affection Level: 60

Xifeng now regards Bei Yaoyue as more than a friend."

"Holy f@cking sh#t..." Xifeng cursed quietly. She and Bei Yaoyue had only known each other about a week, yet her affection kept rising steadily. If only her height could grow as consistently.

Though reluctant to admit it, Xifeng was indeed being gradually conquered by Bei Yaoyue. She figured the system was responsible for seventy percent of this.

As for the remaining reasons, it was probably Bei Yaoyue's genuine treatment of her—that almost overflowing fondness, even love, that Xifeng could clearly sense even without learning Bei Yaoyue's thoughts through her "Pure Love War God" chess piece.

Being pursued by a rich, beautiful, young girl who treated you with genuine feelings—claiming to feel no flutter would be pure nonsense.

She wasn't a saint and had normal human emotions. She could be moved by someone's sincerity too.

So after some thought, Xifeng calmly accepted the fact that her affection for Bei Yaoyue kept rising—not accepting it wouldn't help anyway.

"From 'System': New task published, please confirm promptly."

"Hm?"

The suddenly published task startled Xifeng. Good heavens, this was the first time it issued a task face-to-face.

"[Task]:

Task Description: Her affection for you has risen to a new height. Her heart is beginning to gradually belong to you. Perhaps you should do something to make her body completely yours too. Of course, this needs to be gradual. First, you should make her understand what pleasure means.

Task Objective: Make her Arousal reach 95%: 11.2%/95%.

Time Limit: 3 hours 59 minutes 43 seconds.

Task Reward: Legendary Draw Ticket ×1.

Failure Penalty: Affection decreased by 50 points."

After reading the task description, Xifeng froze like a statue. Her phone slipped from her loosened grip and fell onto her leg.

After her last complaint about "can't we change the punishment," the system had granted her wish by switching the failure penalty—no longer the agonizing electric shock punishment.

This should have been what Xifeng wanted. If this were a few days ago, she would have decisively abandoned this task and calmly faced the failure penalty.

But reading the failure penalty now, Xifeng clearly felt a resistance from within. Only then did she suddenly realize that at some point, losing 50 affection points had become a punishment several times more cruel than electric shock.