"Good evening, ladies," said the woman on the screen, wearing a police officer’s uniform—a blue coat over a white blouse and black skirt—along with a black police hat that complemented her short black hair.

A black blindfold covered her eyes, making her viewers wonder if she could actually see—or how she was seeing at all—though they had all known for a long time that she could.

Yet, it wasn’t the blindfold, nor her erotic and seductive figure—with her coat and blouse unbuttoned, exposing the cleavage of her ample breasts—that excited and aroused the female viewers.

What truly held their attention was the man seated on a chair, wearing a black masquerade mask that barely hid his real face, illuminated by a single spotlight in the middle of the dark room.

"Today, we have a very special guest—someone all of you, and even I, have wanted to meet," said the woman in a cheerful, excited voice before continuing her introduction.

"You guessed it right, ladies! He’s the good boy who wrote and sent me the list of things he wanted. I give to you... Mr. Anonymous!"

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Despite the fact that he was actually being threatened—more accurately, toyed with—Jeff couldn’t help but feel excited, both emotionally and lustfully.

It wasn’t that Jeff wanted to do it with Faye, though he wouldn’t deny that her police uniform, along with her blindfold, aroused him.

His masochistic side—especially when it came to Jess beating him up—wasn’t the reason for his excitement either.

Rather, it was simply because he was part of Faye’s livestream.

Faye had proudly boasted that there were hundreds of women from all over the world watching.

Hundreds of viewers might seem low for a livestreamer.

But considering it was a private account and that the viewers were carefully selected, Jeff was once again surprised by how many loyal followers Faye had—supporters who wouldn’t hesitate to help her with her crimes, even if it involved murder, like what happened to Dexter and two of his men.

Setting aside the terrifying thought, a playful idea came to his mind.

If Kris and Marc are watching right now, I’m sure they’d be dying of jealousy and envy.

"My, my, it seems Mr. Anonymous is getting excited himself," Faye said, noticing the faint grin curving on his lips and the bulging erection beneath his shorts.

"So, how about we begin tonight’s game?" she added as she stood beside him, placed a hand on his left shoulder, and tapped it twice with her index finger.

Jeff easily understood what Faye secretly wanted him to do—along with her threat.

Play along... unless you don’t want me playing with you and your girlfriends.

Although threatening the people he loved and cared about reignited his anger, Jeff’s only choice for now was to play along with Faye’s game and try to win—or rather, complete Quest 32.

Aside from the smartphone set up on the table, capturing a full view of both of them, Faye pulled out another smartphone from her pocket.

She linked it to the livestream, giving the viewers two perspectives of the game.

As for where the second camera was focused, it was none other than Jeff’s massive erection, bulging through his shorts.

Faye’s first instruction had been for him to remove his shorts, but it wasn’t like Jeff could just do it while being conscious of her—and the possibility that other police officers might be watching through the camera outside the interrogation room.

Regardless of his doubts, Jeff knew he would have to strip soon. What he didn’t expect was that Faye had already taken advantage of the fact that he hadn’t removed his shorts yet.

"For the first round... how big do you think Mr. Anonymous is?" Faye said as she leaned down in front of Jeff, giving him a peak of her ample breasts, before lightly caressing his rod with her index finger.

Her touch alone made Jeff’s body extremely aroused, even without direct skin contact. It was similar to how his body instinctively reacted when Jess was beside him—naturally with Nubia and Veena—and so easily with Klea, Mira, and Mina.

One move was all it took to prove how skilled she was at toying with a man’s body—which only made Jeff anxious about whether he could hold back his climax until Faye gave up.

As Jeff felt like his erection might burst through his trunks and shorts, Faye flashed the screen of the second smartphone in her left hand, showing the viewers’ guesses and bets.

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[Bunny Lady @ Midnight Livestream]

Round 1: How big is Mr. Anonymous?

Night@Taxi: 12 inches | 12,000 dollars | He should be packing something big with that muscular body.

Friendly@Neighbor: 7 inches | 7,000 dollars | Come on, girl—12 inches is just a fantasy. Even this fine young man is probably just this big.

Taster@Traveler: 9 inches | 9,500 dollars | No—12 inches exist. I tried it once, but it didn’t actually feel that good. 9 inches is the perfect size for me.

Wet@Dreamer: 10 inches | 10,000 dollars | If I can go for 9, then I might as well try 10, then 11, and eventually 12.

Sugar@Mommy: 4 inches | 40,000 dollars | Here’s a treat for all my naughty daughters. Let’s just hope he’s not average-sized like the last toys you girls broke.

Fan@Girl: 8 inches | 16,000 dollars | Praise our lewd mother—I’m betting for the win.

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The guesses and bets, along with lustful comments, continued to flood the livestream until the total amount—essentially the price of his erection—surpassed a million dollars. That alone would make any man proud and think highly of himself.

As for Jeff, his pride was as big and hard as his 9-inch-plus erection.

Jeff slightly lifted his hips while remaining seated, making it easier for Faye to pull down his gray shorts and black trunks, finally giving the viewers the answer they had all been waiting for.

"Mr. Anonymous never fails to impress us," Faye said as she focused the second smartphone’s camera on Jeff’s hard, throbbing erection.

"Do we even need to measure him?" she added, perfectly estimating his size with a single glance before cheerfully declaring the winner of the first round. "Congratulations, Taster@Traveler. You really know how to pick your man. Don’t forget to recommend us a good vacation spot—with tasteful treats, of course."

Faye shifted her gaze back to Jeff, giving him a teasing smile that made him both excited and anxious about what would come next.

She grabbed a chair, then sat beside him before focusing on the smartphone setup on the table to announce the next round.

"For the second round... how long do you think Mr. Anonymous will last before he climaxes from a handjob?"

Thankfully, it was just a handjob, Jeff thought in relief. At least Faye hadn’t started with something more intense.

Regardless, simply surviving a handjob wouldn’t be enough to complete Quest 32.

He needed to find a way to make Faye stop without antagonizing her, ruining her mood, or putting himself on her bad side.

As Jeff racked his brain for a solution, the livestream was once again flooded with a new wave of guesses and bets.

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[Bunny Lady @ Midnight Livestream]

Round 2: How long before Mr. Anonymous reaches his climax?

Night@Taxi: 1 hour | 10,000 dollars | I know it’s outrageous, but maybe he could.

Friendly@Neighbor: 10 minutes | 10,000 dollars | I know we all dream of that, but let’s be realistic.

Taster@Traveler: 30 minutes | 30,000 dollars | The last 9-inch guy I tried in Hawaii lasted half an hour before his first climax with a handjob. And I know guys who can last an hour per round—just DM me if you’re interested.

Wet@Dreamer: 15 minutes | 15,000 dollars | With how much he’s throbbing, make that half, Taster@Traveler. Also, send me that contact—I’m currently in Okinawa.

Sugar@Mommy: 69 seconds | 69,000 dollars | A more tasteful treat for all my naughty daughters. Let’s just hope he’s not a one-minute man like Mr. Snack.

Fan@Girl: 5 minutes | 5,000 dollars | He probably wants to finish as soon as possible.

Seed@Doctor: HE WON’T CLIMAX! | 100,000 dollars | This is the day you fail, Bunny Lady! Sorry I’m late, my lewd patients.

Night@Taxi: Have you lost your mind, Doc?!

Friendly@Neighbor: As if a young man like him could resist the touch of the Bunny Lady!

Taster@Traveler: A man like that doesn’t exist! And if he does... I’d pay a million dollars just to taste it!

Wet@Dreamer: Wait—could Mr. Anonymous be impotent? Is that your diagnosis, Doc?!

Sugar@Mommy: He’s not, my naughty daughters. You’re all so caught up that you’ve forgotten one simple reason... Mr. Anonymous might be in love.

Fan@Girl: If that’s true, then prove it! I want to see—no, I want to watch—that girl get taken by him!

Seed@Doctor: Anyway, Mr. Anonymous isn’t a bad guy, right? If so... are we putting his seed up for auction later?

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"You’re kidding me... How is this even possible...?" Faye murmured, her voice trembling in disbelief, completely ignoring the chaos among the viewers.

"How are you not hard?—!"