The Creator I Click With Turns Out to Be My Boss

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After news of Huada's debate team winning the International Chinese Debate Competition reached the school, the name of their team captain, Lin Yang, once again flooded the campus forums.

She had given up her university recommendation to take the college entrance exam, earning 698 points and getting into Huada on her own merits. She never took part in student council activities, yet ranked first in her entire department in overall GPA all four years. Every confession was rejected, as expected. A famously cool beauty, a dazzling masterpiece jointly created by Nuwa and the God of Literature.

At that moment, in a bedroom with the black blackout curtains drawn, white lace restraints were wrapped around her eyes. Her long, straight legs rested on the back of a chair, and the bells around her ankles chimed sweetly. A soft gasp escaped her, and the arch of her foot relaxed.

Lin Yang removed the lace and ended the video recording. She picked up her phone, her eyes pausing on the screen:

[Friend request: Hi, Yin. I'm N. I really like your video style. Would you be interested in filming something together?]

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This was the side of Lin Yang that no one knew about.

She was also a moderately popular faceless creator on a membership-based website.

N was one of the biggest names on the site, and had even introduced Lin Yang to this particular world.

Lin Yang thought for a few seconds. She was already a senior, and her internship was just around the corner. She wouldn't have much energy to keep posting. No, she would post even more often.

An internship, a completely new environment, new challenges. Just thinking about them made her short of breath. Nothing eased her nerves better than this.

They naturally began working together. N had made a name for herself as a top-tier Dom. Lin Yang was more suited to being controlled than taking the lead, but she still had her reservations. N, however, was more