My Masturbation Recording Was Listened To 146 Times By The Ice Hockey Hunk Chapter 12
The next day I went straight to the podcast club.
No one was in the recording studio except Liam sitting in front of the computer editing audio.
When he saw me he paused, then quickly smiled.
“You’re here early today?”
I slammed my phone down on his desk.
On the screen was the homepage of that overseas account.
The air went still. The smile on Liam’s face slowly faded.
I stared at him. “Explain.”
Liam was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.
“You’re pretty good at digging.”
In that instant a chill ran down my back.
Because his first reaction wasn’t panic—it was regret.
Regret that I had found out too soon.
My voice was shaking:
“What did you do with my recordings?”
“Nothing much.”
Liam leaned back in his chair and looked at me.
“Just a little post-processing.”
“Serena, do you have any idea how good your voice is?”
“You were born to make a living from this.”
I was so angry my whole body went numb.
“What’s wrong with yo?”
Liam kept looking at me.
“Do you know how much that account can earn in a month? Do you know how many people like your voice? I’m helping you.”
“Helping me?”I almost laughed from rage. “Helping me by editing my voice into this kind of thing? Helping me get fantasized about by strangers?”
Liam frowned slightly.
“You’re making it sound too ugly.”
“The internet is just like this.”
“And—”
He paused, then suddenly smiled again.
“You’ve already noticed it yourself, haven’t you?”
“When men hear your voice, they naturally start thinking a lot of things.”
My mind exploded with a loud boom.
The next second I swung my hand and slapped him hard across the face.
Slap—
Liam’s face was knocked to the side.
The air froze solid.
My fingers were numb. My eyes burned red.
“Do you think that just because someone’s voice is soft, they’re easy to bully?”
Liam tilted his head, tongue pressing against the place I’d hit.
Before I could say anything else, the recording studio door was suddenly pushed open.
Several teachers hurried in.
At the front was the teacher in charge of student clubs for the college.
Zach stood at the very back.
His expression was terrible. There was sweat on his forehead, as if he had run the whole way here.
I froze.
Liam’s face finally showed a trace of panic.
The teacher had already walked over to Liam’s computer.
“Open the account backend. Now.”
Liam stared hard at Zach and didn’t move.
The teacher’s expression turned completely dark:
“Do you understand how serious this is?”
“Secretly recording, uploading audio without permission, malicious editing, and spreading it for profit.”
“The school has already received a report.”
I instinctively looked toward Zach.
He stood in the doorway watching me, saying nothing.
So at some point, without me knowing, he had already started handling this ahead of me.
Liam was eventually taken away by the teachers.
I heard that several other female victims had also been contacted, and Liam might face legal action later.
The recording studio quickly fell quiet.
Zach’s face was very pale.
He stayed silent for a long time, then walked over and stopped half a step away from me.
He took out his phone and held it out.
I froze.
“What for?”
“Everything related to you is in there.”
His voice was extremely soft.
“Text messages, call recordings, chat history backups… and that recording.”
Something gently touched my chest.
Zach kept his eyes down, not daring to look at me.
“Do whatever you want with it. Delete everything if you like.”
“From now on, I won’t appear in front of you again.”
Looking at him like this, my feelings were complicated.
The phone screen had already gone dark. My slightly red eyes were reflected in the black glass.
I slowly took it. “Password.”
Zach was silent for a few seconds, seeming afraid to speak, as if he feared I would reject him.
In the end he only said two soft words: “Your birthday.”