My Masturbation Recording Was Listened To 146 Times By The Ice Hockey Hunk Chapter 11
I didn’t call Zach.
But his warning did make me more careful.
I kept feeling that Liam’s “guidance” toward me had gone beyond normal professional boundaries.
Those repeated corrections, telling me to soften my tone more, and more, and more…
It was starting to feel like soft-edged erotic coaching.
That night I sat on my bed with my laptop and searched for a long time.
The more I looked, the more wrong it felt.
Liam’s podcast account looked like an ordinary emotional radio show.
The follower count wasn’t particularly high, but the comment section was abnormally active—especially with male fans.
At first I didn’t think much of it, until I clicked on one of the top comments.
“Teacher’s new content today is insane.”
Someone replied underneath:
“The new girl’s voice is also crazy good.”
“When is the new girl going to do a solo series?”
I frowned. The uncomfortable feeling in my chest grew stronger.
So I started scrolling through the account’s following list one by one.
I kept digging until past one in the morning, following a trail of posts from a fan’s profile until I found a ten-thousand-follower account on an overseas platform.
Everything that account posted was various kinds of female-voice borderline audio.
Breathing, good-night messages, whispers, sleep-coaxing.
There was even a paid section whose content was far more explicit and graphic.
The newest free audio was titled:
“Junior’s First Good-Night Trial Recording.”
The upload time was exactly the day I first went to the studio.
My heart suddenly dropped. A bad premonition seized me.
I clicked play. My own voice quickly came through the headphones.
“Tonight…”
In an instant my scalp went numb.
The audio had clearly been heavily post-processed. It was nothing like the way I normally spoke.
The ending notes had been slowed down, the breathing amplified and strengthened, even the pauses deliberately cut to sound extremely intimate.
The comment section was even worse.
“This little sister definitely looks obedient.”
“Want to hear her cry.”
“So hot, please keep updating.”
I stared at the screen, my stomach turning.
I finally understood why I had grown more and more uncomfortable in the recording studio.
Because from the very beginning, Liam hadn’t been teaching me how to record a show.
He had been training me on how to speak in a way that got people hooked.
I stared at that account for a long time. The more I looked, the more disgusted I felt.
Those ambiguous comments in the section felt like dirty insects crawling toward me through the screen.
My stomach churned again.
In that same instant, I remembered what I had said to Zach: “Is he more messed up than you?”
I had been so stupid.
I sat on the bed and forced myself to calm down.
Then I started taking screenshots.
The account homepage, upload times, comment sections, audio content, fan interactions.
I saved everything as evidence.
I even followed that account and found several other girls.
Most of them had already stopped updating. One girl was arguing in the comments:
“I’m not an erotic voice actress.”
Someone replied underneath:
“What are you pretending for? Isn’t this how you make money?”
My hands and feet went cold.
My phone suddenly vibrated. It was Zach.
“Asleep?”
I stared at the word. My fingers paused.
In the end I still didn’t reply.