Vikamme

  Aria picked up her phone and began browsing various websites, searching for a computer to purchase. In her past life, she had been a gamer, and she had no intention of abandoning that passion now. The situation was different this time around—she even considered streaming her gamepy to earn money simultaneously.

  However, after exploring numerous options, she reached a sobering conclusion: nothing within her budget was affordable. Everything was far too expensive.

  Tomorrow she would start her new job, but the sary there likely wouldn't cover what she wanted. Eventually, an idea struck her as she recalled those famous girls who streamed themselves and earned income from their broadcasts.

  Now, wearing a mask that concealed most of her face, she secured the camera and prepared to begin her stream. But then she noticed several items in the background—underwear and a bra left carelessly visible.

  "Damn, good thing I checked again..."

  She quickly tidied up the background before finally opening the live broadcast.

  The beginning was set, yet as with everyone else, no one was watching—the room remained empty. After a moment of thought, she decided to take action, spending a certain amount of money to attract attention for a short time.

  Sitting on her bed in a t-shirt, her figure was quite well-defined. Her eyes and face looked charming despite the mask.

  Soon, several people began entering the stream.

  At the same time, in the neighboring apartment, a boy named Lira y on his bed, browsing a forum.

  A thread had been created recently under his name, titled: "My neighbor is a beautiful and stunning girl, and every night she masturbates loudly. What should I do?"

  Lira carefully read the responses beneath the post. His green eyes were nearly hidden by his tousled hair; he wore a light top and shorts.

  As he continued scrolling through the forum, he remembered hearing moans from the neighboring apartment for two days straight—especially when everything happened in the shower.

  From these thoughts, a small tent formed in his groin. He recalled how he had enjoyed the sounds throughout this time, even masturbating along to them.

  Now, having created this thread, he tried to understand what he should do—or whether anything needed to be done at all.

  But what he received was people asking where he lived and whether he could share his neighbor's number. On one hand, Lira was cautious about sharing; on the other, a sense of ownership stirred within him. He didn't want to share this with others—in fact, for some reason, he wanted to boast about it.

  Eventually, tired of the forum, he switched applications and began browsing live streams. A few minutes ter, he suddenly rose from his lying position.

  He had seen a face very familiar to him.

  Light hair, violet eyes, and a mask covering her face. Yet even with the mask, he knew it was her.

  With a slight tremor in his hands, he sent an emoji. The girl saw it and reacted. Her eyes curved into crescents, and she waved her hand. Then came her clear voice:

  "Welcome, Lira, to the stream..."

  The tips of Lira's ears began to turn red, and his breathing quickened sharply.

  "It really is her..."

  Muttering to himself, he started watching intently and became her first subscriber.

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  Aria continued streaming for a while longer before closing it. She had gained several subscribers, but growth was slow and the atmosphere remained quiet.

  Feeling bored, she shut down and went to sleep. Gncing once more at the tasks in her interface, she swallowed hard and decided not to indulge in anything that evening.

  Morning came quickly. She rose, got ready, and stepped out of her apartment. At the same moment, she saw a boy closing his door to head downstairs.

  She was in such a hurry that she barely noticed him. The boy, however, spotted her. His hand froze, then seemed to ponder something before quietly following behind her.

  Aria entered the newly opened elevator and was about to press the button for the first floor. But noticing the boy almost catching up to her, she bit her lip. Whether it was suspicion or simply his appearance, she didn't close the door.

  Lira entered the elevator calmly, though his hidden hands trembled slightly.

  Aria tried to ignore him, but kept gncing at him through the mirrored reflection of the elevator walls.

  The atmosphere between them was quite awkward, but Aria decided to speak up—though she usually avoided such situations.

  "Hello, neighbor. Ha-ha, I'm Aria. And you?"

  She turned her head slightly and looked at him.

  Lira seemed frozen. His hand began trembling more intensely. Finally, just as the elevator nearly reached the first floor and Aria thought she wouldn't learn the other person's name, he responded:

  "My name is... Lira."