Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya lowered her head again, the digital pen moving across the board, sketching out the next storyboard frame.

Between the bookshelves in the library, Reminal moved her hand away from Mebius's chin and instead rested it on the spine of a book beside her ear, leaning forward slightly.

Mebius's back was pressed completely against the bookshelf, a few strands of his black hair were disheveled, his usually indifferent eyes were half closed, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow.

The flow of comments was steadily increasing, but Mi Ye did not look up.

She was working on the first button on Mebius's collar, which Reminal had hooked with her fingertips.

What angle to use, how much collarbone to show, and how to create shadows.

These technical issues occupied all her attention.

To her, there was no difference between hundreds of spectators and a few.

When drawing, the world shrinks to just the graphics tablet, the screen, and the pen at your fingertips.

Until the bottom right corner of the screen flashed.

It was a paid comment, the amount in a darker color than regular comments, and it lingered at the edge of her field of vision for several seconds before slowly drifting away.

Mi Ye caught a glimpse of that line of text out of the corner of his eye, and his hand, which was outlining, stopped.

She tilted her head, read the comments again, and then couldn't help herself.

"puff."

His lips twitched twice, then he leaned back in his chair, covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and his shoulders began to tremble.

The paid comment was clearly written on the screen.

[Could the host scold me a couple of times using a mother's tone?]

Miya covered her mouth and chuckled for a while before she calmed down.

She took a deep breath, wiped away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, and had only one thought in her mind.

The witches of this world are indeed sexually repressed.

She had seen similar memes when she was surfing the internet in her previous life, but she didn't expect the witches of Bellavita to be even more straightforward than netizens in her previous life, directly sending paid bullet comments to order.

"Cough cough."

Mi Ye cleared her throat, rested her elbows on the table again, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to the microphone.

The comments section is already buzzing with activity.

[The streamer should think twice before reciting this; otherwise, their public image will be irreversible.]

[What are you stopping her from reading?!]

[SC Warrior, please accept my bow]

Mi Ye didn't speak immediately. She first adjusted her voice, making it softer, as if she had just woken up from a nap, still carrying the warmth of the pillow and the unguarded languor of being half-asleep.

She closed her eyes, guided her vocal cords to the spot in her memory where she had been babbling incoherently on Mebius the night before, and then spoke.

【Still not asleep this late? What a bunch of naughty kids】

The last syllable rose slightly, with a hint of nasality, like a furry paw gently pressing on the softest spot in one's heart.

【what? 】

Wow, that voice!

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, my mom is scolding me."

[Host, your voice is so soft! I want to record it and use it as my alarm!]

The comments section descended into complete chaos, with all sorts of fonts blurred together, making it impossible to read a single message.

Even more frenzied than the barrage of comments were the gifts.

Starry Sky Milk Tea, Galaxy Cake, Crown of the Starry Sea, Nightingale's Feather.

Gift effects of all sizes exploded in the center of the screen like fireworks on New Year's Eve, one after another, with the next one overlapping before the previous one even disappeared.

The gift notification bar was jumping around like a broken faucet. Mi Ye didn't even have time to say the name. She had just opened her mouth to say thank you when a new wave of gifts pushed her name off the screen.

The number of online users in the upper right corner jumped from 500 to 800, and then from 800 to 1200.

MikuFans' recommendation algorithm was triggered.

The density of bullet comments, the number of gifts, the interaction rate—all these metrics are sending the same signal.

Something is happening in this live stream that deserves to be seen by more users.

Traffic began to pour into the homepage recommendation section, with dozens of new viewers clicking through the "Hot Recommendations" entry every few seconds.

[From the homepage! This streamer is so cute!]

[Holy crap, isn't that the little maid from the trending topics?? She's livestreaming??]

[What's trending? Who's that maid? Did I lose internet?]

[Upstairs, go check out last night's top trending topic: prosecutor and maid]

Wait, wait, isn't that Reminal, the lady she drew?

Miya blinked at the screen, then switched her voice back to her normal girlish tone, her tone carrying a hint of barely suppressed laughter after successfully pulling off a prank.

"Alright, alright, that's enough fooling around, let's get back to drawing."

She spoke casually, as if the nuclear explosion that had just occurred was merely a minor incident during the live broadcast.

Then she lowered her head, picked up the digital pen, and continued sketching her lines, as if the scrolling comments and gifts on the screen had nothing to do with her.

But the online world won't stop functioning just because she's calm.

On the MikuFans virtual YouTuber discussion forum, a post was pushed to the top of the day's trending list within two minutes.

[Breaking News]:

[The Nightingale's Nest Maid is now streaming! Her ID is flos. She's currently drawing an 18+ doujinshi featuring Reminal x Mebius. Come join the fun!]

A screenshot was attached to the post.

On MikuFans' social media feed, content that tries to capitalize on the trend has already started to appear.

A marketing account with over 30,000 followers posted a picture and text update, with the cover image being a screenshot of a chibi version of Miya as a maid and a screenshot from Mebius's live stream last night, with the title reading:

[From prosecutor's livestream to Vtuber debut: Nightingale's Nest maid goes viral twice in three days; click to see the maid swearing in her mother's voice.]

The number of likes jumps in thousands.

Even more outrageous, someone took a screenshot of the Reminal x Möbius sketch she had just finished and posted it as a separate status update with the caption:

[This new streamer started drawing doujinshi featuring top celebrities on her very first day. Is she a genius or just fearless?]

Miya, the person in question, knew nothing about any of this.

She had her phone on silent, screen down, on the corner of the table—a habit she had before drawing to avoid being interrupted by any notifications.

Messages from the WW group, private messages from MikuFans, and red dots for friend requests were all silently piling up behind that black glass.

She is drawing the key parts.

The pen tip moves much more slowly on the graphics tablet than before.

Under consideration.

Maintaining a proper distance between 18 and 18 is a skill.

It should make people blush, but not be offensive.

The emotional tension must be sufficient, but the visuals must not cross the platform's censorship red line.

Reminel's lips brushed close to Möbius's earlobe, and Möbius's fingertips gripped the fabric of Reminel's shoulder tightly. The two were so close that their noses almost touched.

Miya bit her lower lip, added another layer of color to the blush at the corner of Möbius's eyes, then went back to check the overall effect, made two changes, and went back to check again.

The comments section started buzzing again.

[Here comes the key part!]

[Host, will this drawing pass censorship?]

[Won't my live stream get banned? No way! I just followed!]

I saved the image before it got blocked.

Miya did not respond.

At this moment, all that remains in her world are the lines falling one by one on the canvas.

So engrossed in my creative work, I forgot that it was already daylight outside.