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When the newly registered account "Ash_47291" spent 500 d0llars in the live stream, demanding I pull down my bra strap, I knew it was him back. As my fingertips touched the cool fabric, his second instruction popped up on the screen. Then came the third. Until he said, "Pants or bra, choose one." I paused for two seconds, enough to send the entire live stream into a frenzy. Then I smiled, my fingers sliding towards the hem of my skirt. Then I saw that sentence. "Lydia Ron, when did you become so cheap?" Acc0unt logged out. My breath hitched slightly, then I chuckled softly. Cheap? Evan Blackthorne, three years ago when you circulated my nude ph0tos throughout the city, got me expelled from school, and caused my brother to cough up bl00d, did you ever think of me as "cheap"? To pay for my brother's medical bills, I worked as an adult streamer on "VibeLive" for three years. Just now, my top-ranked friend, "Lone Wolf_77," sent me a private message inviting me to a private party with a generous reward. I pushed open the door to the party box and saw Richard Cole bowing as he poured wine for the man at the head of the table. The man in the expensive suit, with his aloof gaze, looked up. It was Evan. On the first day of college, the boy next door—the one I had quietly loved for most of my life—talked me into bed. By the following morning, intimate photos of me had spread across Raventon University. Before the week ended, I was expelled under vague “conduct violations,” my name reduced to a cautionary tale whispered in hallways. When my brother’s fist slammed into Evan Blackthorne’s face, Evan didn’t try to dodge it. He didn’t apologize, either. Instead, he seized my brother by the collar, his eyes red with something close to madness. “Now you understand,” he snarled, “how I felt the day my sister jumped.” “Your mistake doesn’t vanish just because you regret it. If someone has to pay, it’s your sister.” He walked away without looking back. My brother collapsed, coughing bl
