Cross-dressing to Seduce My Straight Roommate - Chapter 3

“Goodnight, everyone. See you again tomorrow at nine p.m.”

Pei Xi waved at the camera and quickly ended the stream.

The moment the screen went black, he leaned back in his chair, slumping as he stared blankly at the ceiling. The scene of [User 10557880] sending him gifts replayed in his mind.

For over two minutes, the dazzling pink effects of the “Carnival” gifts exploded one after another across his screen.

The chat was flooded with question marks. Xiao Qiao was the first to break the silence: “Holy— Xixi? What’s going on?!”

“Did they just top the leaderboard in seconds?”

“This is my first time seeing something like this! So, this is what ‘instant topping’ looks like?!”

The other two hosts couldn’t help but join in, their astonished exclamations echoing through the stream. Seeing Pei Xi frozen in place, Xiao Qiao couldn’t resist teasing, “Looks like our Xixi has an admirer now?”

He still remembered how his friends had teased him about it for a long time.

Pei Xi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his mind restless.

One hundred and thirty-three Carnivals today, plus yesterday’s thirty-five, made a total of one hundred and sixty-eight—that amounted to 504,000 yuan. With that kind of money, he could buy a small apartment in this third-tier city.

But he had only known [User 10557880] for two days. They weren’t even really acquainted.

[User 10557880] still hadn’t replied to his private message, hadn’t followed him back. They were just strangers who happened to cross paths online.

Pei Xi stared at the old, dim light on the ceiling. The harsh white glow made him feel a little dazed.

Many people tipped streamers because they provided emotional value. Tips earned the streamer’s gratitude, and accumulating a certain amount could even get them the streamer’s attention, private thank-you messages, or even requests for custom videos.

Countless question marks swirled in Pei Xi’s mind. What did [User 10557880] want from him after sending so many gifts?

[Xixi: Thank you, gege, for the flood of Carnivals today. Sorry for making you spend so much~]

[Xixi: If gege has any favorite hand gesture dances, you can send them to Xixi.]

Pei Xi reapplied his lipstick and powder, found a good angle, took a few selfies, and sent them over.

Then he opened the camera again to record a thank-you video.

Today’s makeup and styling were sweet, so he chose a cute song and danced a short hand gesture routine to the beat.

At the end, he made a heart shape with his hands toward the camera: “Thank you, User gege, for the Carnivals today. If you think Xixi’s dance was good, you can give Xixi a follow~”

After sending the video, Pei Xi worried that the other person might not open the chat window to see the private message, so he added another line.

[Xixi: Check your private messages, and follow back.]

Just as he was about to send it, he reread the sentence a few times. Did it sound too stiff?

Pei Xi frowned, his face full of hesitation, and added after the sentence: Pwease~ QAQ

The moment he sent it, his ears felt a little warm.

Was that line a bit too…

Well, it was already sent.

After finishing all this, Pei Xi could finally relax.

He stood up, stretching with a big yawn, his spine cracking a few times.

It seemed today’s makeup and styling had pleased his livestream fans quite a bit—they kept requesting dances. Aside from those two livestreams, Pei Xi had been dancing almost the entire time. After two hours of dancing, his limbs now felt soft and weak, lacking any strength.

Slowly, he removed the wig and wiped the makeup off his face, watching as his features gradually returned to their natural, clean state.

Without makeup, he looked worlds apart from the sweet, charming persona he’d just presented. Without the embellishments of cosmetics, he appeared even younger—his skin pale, his lips a faint hue, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, and the outer corners of his eyes slightly upturned, giving off an air of cool detachment.

The wig had been on for too long and felt a bit stifling. He casually brushed aside the bangs that had grown long enough to cover his eyes, tied them into a small ponytail with a rubber band, then changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts.

Before stepping out of his room, Pei Xi glanced at himself in the full-length mirror. Now he just looked like an ordinary guy—this felt much more comfortable. When dressed in women’s clothing, not only did he have to wear cumbersome skirts, but the heavy wig always made him feel weighed down.

Pushing open the door, the scent of food wafted from the living room.

Pei Xi had been livestreaming for a long time and was already famished.

On the dining table were two plates of crayfish—the aromas of garlic sauce and thirteen-spice mingled together, drifting straight into his nose.

Beside the crayfish was a plate of chilled, sliced watermelon.

His father was hanging laundry on the balcony, while his mother was tidying up the kitchen.

Hearing the noise, his mother peeked out from the kitchen, smiling as she looked at him. “Is our little treasure done streaming?”

Pei Xi nodded and walked into the kitchen, ready to help, but his mother, Mu Mu, stopped him, gently pushing him out the door with a laugh. “The crayfish just got reheated—eat them while they’re hot. You must be hungry after streaming for so long.”

“Alright, alright.” Pei Xi sat down on the sofa. On the TV was the variety show he usually watched.

Pei Jin finished hanging the laundry and walked in, taking a pair of gloves from the drawer and handing them to him. “Want Dad to peel them for you?”

Pei Xi smiled and shook his head. “Crayfish are only satisfying when you peel them yourself.”

The freshly cooked crayfish were still a bit hot to handle. Pei Xi fumbled a little as he peeled off the shell, dipped the tender white meat in sauce, and offered it to his father. “Dad, have some too?”

Pei Jin took a bite and nodded with a smile. “This place’s crayfish are cleaned really well. Let’s buy from them again next time. The last place didn’t even remove the veins.”

“If they’re good, we’ll buy more—let our little treasure eat to his heart’s content.” Mu Mu came out of the kitchen holding freshly squeezed apple juice, placing it in front of Pei Xi. She wiped a bit of sauce from his face, then helped him tie his hair back again, unable to hold back a chuckle. “Our little treasure had long hair when he was little too. I remember how much I loved buying dresses for him back then, dressing him up like a little doll. Who would’ve thought he’d still like wearing dresses when he grew up? That part hasn’t changed.”

Pei Xi thought of the photo hanging in his room—him wearing a pink princess dress, swinging on a playground.

That photo had caused quite a few laughs back in the day. It wasn’t until later that Pei Xi realized the “little girl” in the picture was actually him.

Pei Jin peeled a full bowl of shrimp meat and placed it at Mumu’s seat. Looking at Pei Xi’s youthful face, he reminisced about the past: “When we used to carry Xiao Bao to the park for walks as a child, everyone thought Xiao Bao was a girl. They were always so surprised when we told them he was a boy.”

“Back then, Xiao Bao had fair, delicate skin, and I often dressed him in pink clothes. Plus, he was especially well-behaved—quiet and calm, never mischievous.”

“I still remember there was a little boy who really liked our Xiao Bao.”

“That was during kindergarten, right? That kid even said he wanted to marry our Xiao Bao when they grew up. But when the kindergarten teacher told him Xiao Bao was a boy, he cried for a long time.”

“After crying, that little rascal said, ‘So what if he’s a boy? Boys can be wives too.'”

“Unfortunately, that little boy transferred schools later, and we never heard about him again. He didn’t seem like a local kid anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame. I had hoped the two kids could grow up together as companions.”

“…”

Pei Xi silently munched on crayfish without saying a word. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard these old stories, but he couldn’t remember any of it himself.

There was still a photo of him and that little boy in his bedroom, but he couldn’t even recall the boy’s name anymore.

“Have you packed your luggage yet?” Pei Jin gradually pulled his thoughts back and looked at Pei Xi. “Do you want to bring a winter quilt? Even though summer is still long, it gets cold by October once September passes.”

Mumu nodded. “You should also pack a few thick clothes. As soon as autumn arrives, the weather turns chilly, and it’s easy to catch a cold.”

Pei Xi swallowed the shrimp in his mouth and said, “No rush, there are still a few days left.”

“I already helped you pack most of your daily essentials a few days ago.” Mumu looked at the few strands of hair falling over his forehead and gently brushed them aside. “Xiao Bao, your hair hasn’t been cut in three months, right? Are you planning to keep it long to tie up, or cut it short?”

Pei Xi instinctively wanted to touch his hair but remembered his fingers were covered in crayfish sauce. He sighed helplessly. “Better cut it short. Long hair is inconvenient.”

He didn’t like drawing too much attention. Although many boys kept long hair these days, he still preferred to keep a low profile.

Once he got to school, he would just be an ordinary college student—a diligent, well-behaved student focused on his studies every day, not the cross-dressing streamer Xixi.

He didn’t have many fans, so it was unlikely anyone would recognize him. Besides, he had never appeared on camera in male clothing—always wearing heavy makeup during streams. He was confident no one would guess his online identity.

After finishing the crayfish, Mumu and Pei Jin cleared the dishes and went to bed. Pei Xi curled up on the sofa with the plate of unfinished watermelon and continued watching the variety show.

The chilled watermelon was cool and refreshing. With each bite, the sweet juice burst in his mouth, making him feel instantly refreshed.

His phone, tossed in the corner of the sofa, lit up briefly.

He glanced at it, then looked away.

[XX Wallet: Your loan application has been successfully approved. Please open the app to claim your credit limit.]

He muttered discontentedly, “Loan companies are really dedicated, working so late just to meet their targets.”

By the time he returned to his room, it was almost two in the morning.

After finishing his bedtime routine, Pei Xi lay in bed, too comfortable to move.

But out of habit, he picked up his phone, opened the Douyin app, and checked for any new messages.

He replied to his fans’ private messages one by one, until he paused when he came across a familiar ID.

In the chat window for [User 10557880], there was a small red notification dot.

He instinctively held his breath and tapped into it.

[User 10557880 has accepted your follow request.]

[User 10557880 is now following you.]

[User 10557880: Noted.]

Pei Xi stared at those three lines, even forgetting to chew the fruit in his mouth.

Seeing that [User 10557880] was shown as online in their profile, he quickly typed a message.

[Xixi: Is there any dance you’d like to see?]

[Xixi: If not, I’ll just pick one myself?]

After sending it, he stared at the screen, eagerly awaiting a reply.

After waiting for several minutes, the other person finally responded.

[User 10557880: No need.]

Pei Xi felt a bit choked up.

This was part of his job—maintaining good relationships with his top fans. But he had been live-streaming for less than three months, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

If someone liked his streams, shouldn’t they be a bit more enthusiastic toward him?

Many fans would send him private messages every day, keep their chat streaks going, faithfully tune into his live streams to interact with him, and even make videos or help boost his engagement metrics.

But someone like [User 10557880] was a first for him.

This person had gifted him hundreds of thousands in virtual presents, seemingly without expecting any emotional reciprocation, spoke coldly, and even seemed a bit intimidating.

After some thought, he opened his photo album, selected a few short videos of hand gesture dances he had recorded a few days earlier, and sent them over.

After sending the videos, he pressed the voice message button and said, “Thank you, brother, for your strong support of Xixi. Xixi goes live every night, mostly focusing on dancing. If you have time, brother, you can come to Xixi’s live stream and request a dance.”

After sending it, he stared at the chat window and waited for a while.

The night breeze drifted in gently through the window, occasionally accompanied by the chirping of cicadas.

Pei Xi waited and waited until he eventually fell asleep.

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