The Villainess Cannot Escape — Five Beast Husbands Chase Her Madly-Chapter 22: Donation Explosion, Sweet
"A true Calming Technique should be about turning that boiling water into a tailor-made potion!"
Su An’an flicked her hand.
Her green tentacles transformed into a syringe and plunged into Lei Ya’s temple, drawing out the frenzied Energy like molten lava.
As it spun rapidly within the syringe, it let out a hum like a dragon’s roar.
"Aaargh!"
Lei Ya’s roar shattered three cameras.
[Warning! Pain levels have surpassed SS Level!]
A comment from White Fairy had just popped up: [This is torture!]
SLAP!
Su An’an had already changed her tentacle into a grinding wheel and pressed it against the surface of the Beast Core. Sparks flew as her cold, mocking voice cut through the air:
"That method of yours from the Empire Academy?"
With a swipe of her finger, a projection appeared, simultaneously displaying a case study of a Beast Core that had been mangled by the Academy’s steel-brush-like spiritual power. "Now *this* is what I call torture!"
When the last piece of scale fell away—
BOOM!
Lei Ya’s Beast Core suddenly erupted with an azure light, and the restraints binding him disintegrated automatically.
He stared in disbelief at his own renewed tentacles. "My... my deep-sea aptitude... it’s back?"
[Analysis complete: Frenzy Value 0%. Medicated Poison residue 0%. Genetic Lock repair 87%.]
"See that clearly? *This* is what deserves to be called..."
Su An’an stomped her foot, shattering White Fairy’s holographic projection. "Empire... Level... Calming!"
White Fairy’s ID sheepishly went dark.
The live chat instantly exploded:
[My mom asked me why I’m watching this stream on my knees!]
[@Empire Academy, come out and take your beating!]
[Cow Clan Auto Bro: Holy shit! I’ve been fixing black bull-carts for ten years, and this is the first time I’ve seen a Beast Core repair that’s smoother than an oil change!]
[Ninth Concubine of the Mouse Family: @All Money Rat Clan, learn this move and a million a month won’t be a dream!]
The streamers in the special interest category were collectively freaking out:
[Lu Ji: Jiu Su is the GOAT! (Gifted Pink Baby Bottle Rain x100)]
[Tu Xiaosan: Name changed to ’Jiu Su’s #1 Fan Girl’! (Gifted Pink Baby Bottle Rain x100)]
The stream was instantly flooded with gifts:
[Cow Clan Auto Bro gifted Custom-Built Spaceship x1]
[The Mouse Clan collectively gifted Skyscraper x1000]
The trending topics list blew up:
[Jiu Su, the ultimate Calming Technique tutorial.]
[Is the Empire Academy’s face stinging right now?]
Passing Beastmen clicked into the stream with disdain:
[Which crazy female is stirring up trouble now?]
[Is the streamer dead yet?]
Three seconds later!
[I kneel! I kneel!]
[3:58 is legendary!]
[Is it too late to become her disciple?!]
Su An’an watched the skyrocketing numbers, a brow slightly raised. "Now *that*," she said, tapping the replay button with her fingertip, "is a real tutorial."
Little Pink clapped frantically:
[Your Highness, your flex level is off the charts! I recommend starting a paid course!]
"Worth considering!"
Su An’an stroked her chin, already thinking about how to monetize the traffic.
Suddenly, Little Pink’s ball of light exploded like a firework:
[Your Highness! It’s blowing up! It’s blowing up!]
[Viewership just shot up by 3 million!]
[We broke into the Interstellar main rankings! Even if we’re just bringing up the rear.]
Su An’an raised her eyebrows in surprise.
’A niche category like Beast Husband Calming, which is usually treated as a risqué channel, actually made it to the main rankings?’
At Foxtail Company, the data screen refreshed with a SWOOSH:
[Stock price reversal: +6%.]
The red line on the graph shot up like it was on drugs!
The tablet in Noland’s hand CLATTERED to the floor.
The Weasel assistant turned his head mechanically. "Should we... should we still force her offline?"
"Offline my ass!"
Noland slammed a fist on the control console. "All super-moderators, on deck!"
"If you let a single hater through, I’ll exile every last one of you to a garbage planet to unclog the sewers!"
Inside a high-level dormitory at the Empire Research Institute.
Alice, a female White Crane, felt her fingertips tremble on the Light Screen.
[Jiu Su: Turning a risqué channel into an academic forum]
[Recommendation: The Empire Academy should revise its textbooks overnight]
Those two trending topics stabbed into her eyes like daggers.
"Father!" she said as she opened a communicator, her voice filled with a rare sense of grievance.
In the holographic image, Dean Edmond was grading papers. He immediately put down his pen at the sound of her voice.
"Little Feather, why aren’t you resting at this hour?"
Alice sent the stream clip over to him. "This wild female... she actually said our Research Institute’s Calming Technique is subpar."
The smile on Edmond’s face froze.
He opened the video, and when he saw Jiu Su’s technique of using acetic acid to dissolve the scale on the Beast Core, his pupils contracted sharply.
’It’s too similar.’
’The path her tentacles traced... it was remarkably similar to that of the forbidden school, the one sealed away in the Witch Clan’s preservation zone.’
"Father?"
Alice called out uneasily. "You look pale."
Edmond immediately adopted a gentle expression. "I’m just surprised by her crude metaphors."
Under the table, however, his fingertips were secretly initiating an encrypted communication. "’A Beast Core is boiling water? The female is a cup?’"
He shook his head and chuckled lightly. "When our Little Feather took her entrance exam, even her explanation was more elegant than that."
Alice chuckled, but her brow quickly furrowed again. "But she really did cure a severe Medicated Poison Beast."
"It was just a clever trick!" Edmond said, lovingly giving his daughter a virtual pat on the head. "The White Crane Soothing Skill you developed is ten times more sophisticated than this."
Then his tone turned serious. "However, she has indeed violated the Calming Technique Patent Act."
After the holographic image closed.
Edmond’s gentle expression cracked, bit by bit.
He stared at the Spiritual Power Whip that Jiu Su had wielded and dialed three encrypted numbers.
In Jiu Su’s stream, the gift effects were exploding like it was New Year’s.
[Cow Clan Auto Bro gifted Interstellar Spaceship x10.]
[The Mouse Clan Matriarchs gifted Diamond Planet x100.]
Little Pink was throwing a rave inside Su An’an’s head:
[Your Highness! We’re rich! The donations have passed ten million!]
[We made a killing! That’s enough to buy a hundred servings of cherry blossom salmon sashimi! (Frantically throwing confetti)]
Su An’an glanced at her account balance in the backend, counting the zeros until her eyes blurred. "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... Dad, Grandpa, Ancestor!"
[Little Pink: ?] 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
[Your Highness, did a gardener teach you math?]
"What do you know!"
Su An’an rubbed her hands together like a greedy fly. "This is basic respect for money!"
[Your Highness, hurry up and cure the other two so we can advertise our Blood Frenzy Pills.]
Little Pink reminded her, [Selling products is the ultimate goal of this stream.]
"You got it!"
Su An’an checked her Spiritual Power Tentacles and saw she still had seventy percent charge left.
’To be safe, I better get to work quickly.’
She was just about to start treating Cedric.
Suddenly, Little Pink’s expression changed in a flash:
[Your Highness! Look at the chat!]
A blood-red warning dominated the screen:
[Interstellar Supervision Bureau: Unauthorized medical procedure detected. Cease immediately!]
On the trending list, all topics related to Jiu Su suddenly vanished, as if wiped away by an invisible hand.
The Weasel assistant’s paws were trembling so hard he could barely hold the communicator. "D-Director, we have a call from the Empire Research Institute’s legal department."
"They’re accusing us of leaking classified Calming Technique technology. A court summons is already on its way."
Nick slammed his fist on the reinforced glass. "That Jiu Su is a jinx! The Interstellar Supervision Bureau is coming to shut down our streaming section tomorrow!"
Noland stared at the skyrocketing data on the backend.
A 6% recovery in stock price, and donations exceeding twenty million.
But right now, all those numbers had become a hot potato.
"Director!" The Weasel assistant tugged at his sleeve. "We can’t handle this."
Noland’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He sent Jiu Su a final ultimatum:
[Your skills are plain for all to see, but today’s stream ends here.]
Next to the message was the Interstellar Supervision Bureau’s red countdown timer: "00:59, 00:58..."
