His sharp, handsome face, and those dark, brooding eyes.

I had been so caught up chatting with the system earlier, but now, taking a good look at him…

Damn, the crazy male lead I wrote is ridiculously handsome!

He pulled me into his arms, his voice suddenly lowering, “Selena Vance, kiss me.”

I: ???

What the hell? Why is this male lead acting so weird?

But then I remembered how readers used to criticize me for writing male leads who were all too quick to fall for the female lead. Now that I’m experiencing it firsthand, I feel like maybe they had a point…

Lysander frowned, his expression darkening slightly. “Your face looks like you have three question marks floating above your head. You really don’t like me, do you?”

Huh? Say that again?

I immediately stood on my tiptoes, grabbed Lysander’s collar, and kissed him hard.

Then, I whispered in his ear, “What’s with the ‘godly kiss’ nonsense? Next time, you do it yourself.”

And that’s when I saw it…

The crazy male lead was blushing.

In the end, I bought Lysander a fresh bouquet of roses and escorted him back home.

The next day, I had my first encounter with another twisted male lead. My boss was pushing me to meet the bare minimum of social media goals for the end-of-year KPI.

This plotline was familiar—I wrote a post where the female lead was an edgy livestreamer, dealing with a 1V3 situation, with the boss, Xavier Sterling, eventually becoming one of her closest allies.

To keep the story from falling apart, I opened my entertainment account to start a livestream. But to my surprise, my comment section went absolutely crazy first.

A woman claiming to be Xavier’s fiancée, the scheming Lydia, DM’d me, accusing me of seducing a married man. Half the comments were full of her hired trolls, all attacking me.

I distinctly remembered writing that Lydia was the one who took matters into her own hands and started insulting the female lead, while Xavier’s character was never supposed to have a fiancée.

So, I decided to let Lydia run wild for a bit and didn’t pay her any mind.

After all, I’m the chosen one, right? The one who listens to the voices of the side characters? The true author—let the bullets fly a little longer. I love watching the chaos.

Then, I realized none of the content I had written was even remotely presentable. It was all cringy, with awkward shots of waist twisting and leg-flashing. It was just… hitting new lows.

Thinking about my own post where the female lead was forced to complete hidden tasks, I decided to make all the risqué videos visible only to me and instead switched to a more wholesome livestream about cooking delicious dishes.

Perhaps my culinary skills were so mind-blowingly good that the comments started taking a wild turn:

“No way! Selena Vance is back to… wiping the table?”

“I swear, you just made a damn good-looking plate of fries, what the hell?”

“Wait, is that idiot back again? …What? Oh, the idiot is me?!”

“Grandma’s pity money for you, hurry up and get over here to cook me something good, ugh!”

And so on, the comments flooded in.

Seeing the livestream viewership rapidly approaching 500,000, I knew the most difficult guy to handle was about to come “flirting” my way.

As expected, a message from my manager suddenly popped up:

“Selena Vance, Mr. Sterling demands that you achieve ten times your current viewership within the next two days, or there will be consequences.”

Oh? Consequences?

I’m the author, I know how this story goes. The female lead ultimately fails. And the “consequences” are probably an S&M session with Xavier, full of all sorts of wild, steamy nonsense.

Fearing that Mr. Sterling might whip me to death during one of his S&M sessions, I decided to lose it for once.

A bottom-tier, struggling writer like me? Of course, I’m going to lose my mind! I’m just holding on for dear life! Honey Xavier, I’m sorry! Mom needs to use you as a stepping stone!

Meanwhile, I saw a new private message from Lydia: "Stop pretending! You, a motherless girl, changing your ways to seduce Xavier at every turn! You’re shameless!"

I quickly replied to her, “Shut up. The only name on your family register is yours! Stop with the petty jealousy!” and continued my stream, stirring the pot.

But deep down, I was plotting: You’re the one who’s going to help dig this hole for me, Lydia san~

As the first day of the live stream was coming to a close, and my audience hadn’t even broken a million yet, Xavier sent me a Facebook message: "Selena, just admit defeat."

Oh? Thanks, but no thanks!

Watch me pull off a dramatic twist and turn everything around!

I smirked, my red lips parting in a sultry smile.

"Hey, babes in the chat, who wants to see me steal Mr. Cool Xavier’s personal thermal underwear from Asteria City? Drop a 6 in the comments so I can see how many of you are up for it. Once we hit enough, I’ll drop the link at three, two, one, okay?"

The chat exploded.

It was nothing but 6s, 66s, 666s, and 6666s.

I imagined Xavier’s face darkening, and I laughed as I said my goodbyes to my viewers.

"Alright, I can already feel the excitement about Mr. Sterling’s thermal underwear. I wonder if the cool guy wears them at all. Tune in tomorrow for the live stream, and we’ll all find out together. Don’t miss it!"

As the stream ended, curious onlookers flooded my inbox, but I only replied to Lydia.

Lydia: "Selena Vance, you crazy woman! Using the topic of stealing Xavier's personal clothing to get attention? Do you even know what kind of relationship you have with him?"

I replied: "What kind of relationship do I have with my husband? Sorry, but yes, we've slept together."

Lydia: "???"

The goal of annoying her was achieved. I didn’t want to deal with her anymore, so I blocked her.

Two birds, no, three birds with one stone! Sweet!

Not long after, I saw a trending topic with both Xavier and my name.

#A Vance woman plans to steal a well-known CEO’s personal underwear

#Selena Vance claims Xavier is her husband and threatens to raid him tonight

#Shameless streamer previews using Mr. Sterling’s thermal underwear for her own pleasure

...

And more chaos like that.

Wait, what is this nonsense??

It’s thermal underwear, not personal underpants! I’m stealing thermal underwear, not planning on using it for that!

But... thinking about it, Xavier is pretty handsome. If I did raid him tonight, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.

I adopted the "subway, old lady, phone" pose and scrolled through Instagram. Finally, I understood how ridiculous Instagram’s trending topics could get.

It’s absolutely off the rails! Shameful news, get out of here! Shameless media, crawl away!

But, at least my goal of gaining attention had been achieved. I was going to win this battle, or else... I wouldn’t be able to face the world and my blood-sucking mom.

The next day, thanks to Lydia’s preheat, a wave of viewers flooded into my stream, and my popularity skyrocketed.

Then... my page crashed.

This couldn’t be happening! Today was the day to turn in my homework; I couldn’t fail!

The live channel was under maintenance, so I had no choice but to call 004.

"004, can you fix my crashed stream?"

"Beg me."