Chapter 130 Live-Streaming Bathing Content

Chapter 130 Live-Streaming Bathing Content

Tyler's entire face turned the color of a liver, and he practically ground the words out through clenched teeth: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spread rumors about you."

The moment those words left his mouth, Tyler didn't dare lift his head. A crushing wave of humiliation washed over him.

"Holy shit... he actually did all that? Those screenshots were real?"

"Taking creep shots of girls changing... that's disgusting."

"I was defending him earlier. What was I thinking?"

"So he's done this to multiple people? That girl who took a leave of absence—that was him?"

"He looks so normal on the outside, but he's been doing sick shit like this."

Having gotten what she came for, Evie slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door.

At the doorway, she paused. "Oh, I forgot to mention—before I came to the classroom, I already uploaded all that evidence to the forum."

With that, Evie pushed the door open and left.

Tyler's curses echoed behind her. She didn't bother turning around.

As soon as she stepped out of the building, hurried footsteps caught up with her. Sophie's voice called out from behind, breathless and frantic: "Evie, wait..."

Evie stopped and turned around.

Sophie gave an awkward smile, though the usual brightness in her expression had crumbled. Her lips moved, and her voice dropped: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—Tyler threatened me. He said if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd..."

"So you just did whatever he told you to?" Evie looked at her. "Did he also tell you to take creep shots of your roommate changing and post them online?"

Sophie's mouth opened, then closed. Her voice came out guilty: "I know I was wrong. Just... don't post about me too..."

Evie studied her for a few seconds before looking away.

"I won't expose you. But I'm giving you one last chance. From now on, think about the consequences before you do anything."



Evie had assumed that after what happened, Tyler would at least lay low for a while before trying anything.

She was wrong. The very next day, she received an anonymous message.

[Tyler's been telling people in a private group that he installed a camera in your dorm bathroom. Tonight he's charging admission to the group for a live stream of you showering.]

Evie stared at the screen for a few seconds. No panic—just the realization that Tyler had a death wish.

She traced the sender's number and found that it came from somewhere within the campus network, but all other identifying information had been deliberately scrubbed.

She didn't bother digging deeper into who sent it. That didn't matter. What mattered was that Tyler was making his move.

First, Evie hacked into the private group. The group name was vague, and there were dozens of members. Scrolling back through the chat history revealed page after page of vile comments.

Then she infiltrated the backend of the streaming system and moved up the scheduled start time by an hour. After that, she closed all the windows and shut her laptop.

That evening, Evie didn't rush into action. She flipped through a book in her dorm as usual, waiting until the time on her phone screen showed ten minutes before her adjusted broadcast time.

She grabbed her jacket and stood up, heading for the door. Sophie immediately called out to her: "It's so late—are you really going out?"

Evie turned around.

Sophie stood by her bed, clutching her phone. Her expression strained to look concerned, but the panic in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, just need some air."

"Don't go out. It's already dark." Sophie took two steps forward, her voice pitching higher. "It's not safe for you to go out alone. What if you run into..."

"Run into what?" Evie's gaze locked onto her.

Sophie faltered under that stare. Her lips moved, but all she managed was: "Just... don't go out tonight."

Evie studied her, and the suspicion in her mind solidified into certainty.

Sophie knew. Not only did she know—she was helping.

Looked like her warning last time had fallen on deaf ears.

Evie stood at the door for a few more seconds, then suddenly turned back, shrugging off her jacket and draping it over her chair. "Fine. I won't go."

Sophie visibly relaxed.

"I'll take a shower instead." Evie turned toward the bathroom, then stopped and looked back at Sophie. "Actually, you go first. I might take a while, and I don't want you waiting up."

Sophie blinked. "Me?"

"Yeah. Why? You're usually pretty eager to shower first, aren't you?" Evie's tone was flat.

Sophie's eyes darted across Evie's face, searching for any sign of suspicion. She found nothing.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she nodded. "Okay... I'll go first then."

Sophie grabbed her change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Evie sat down at her desk, eyes on her laptop screen as notifications popped up.

She'd hacked Tyler's phone earlier, so Sophie's messages to him were now displaying on her computer.

Sophie was telling Tyler to turn off the camera and wait until after she showered—once Evie's guard was down, he could turn it back on.

Tyler agreed, but Evie's detection software showed no sign of the camera being disabled.

Evie let out a cold laugh. Sophie really was an idiot. She was going to get sold out and still thank the person who did it.

Evie closed her eyes and listened as the water started running. Less than five minutes later, a sharp scream came from the bathroom.

Her phone buzzed.

She didn't need to look to know—the stream had started. Only the star of the show had changed.

The private group exploded. Messages flew past in rapid succession. Someone spammed "that's not her," while others flooded the chat with question marks.

Tyler sent a voice message to the group. When someone played it, his voice came through frantic and panicked: "What's going on? Why did it start streaming already? Get out, get out... shut it down..."

But it was too late.

Screenshots had already spread beyond the stream itself, racing across the forum faster than the live feed ever could.

Evie didn't look at any of it. She didn't click a single link.

She heard the frantic rustle of someone getting dressed in the bathroom, then the sound of the door being yanked open.

Sophie burst out wrapped in a towel, wet hair plastered to the sides of her face.

Her whole body trembled. Her lips shook as her gaze locked onto Evie's face for one frozen second.

That single look held too much—fear, rage, disbelief.

Evie sat in her chair, meeting her gaze calmly. She said nothing.

Sophie's mouth opened. Her voice came out rough: "You knew... you did this on purpose..."

"I gave you a chance to back out," Evie said coldly.

"You chose to help him. That means you take responsibility for everything he did—including this." She paused. "And including what happened to that girl you took pictures of before."

Sophie's lips trembled violently. Her knees buckled, and she slid down against the wall, hands covering her face. Her shoulder blades jutted sharply beneath the thin towel as her body shook.

She sobbed loudly, the sound choking in her throat before breaking free in jagged pieces.

Evie stood there for only a moment longer. Then she picked up her phone, turned, and walked out of the dorm.