The Fat Transfer System

Selina froze. "You, how did you..."

I licked the frosting from my lips with an innocent expression.

"You made it look so tempting, I couldn't resist. It really is delicious."

Before she could process why I was acting so out of character, the livestream chat went wild.

[Wait, this is what Selina's friend looks like? I just got attacked by that face!]

[She's already gorgeous and yet she’s that disciplined? Leave some hope for the rest of us!]

[Okay, I take back what I said earlier. It turns out beautiful people can restrict their eating all they want and still look flawless.]

Looking at the livestream where my face appeared half the size of hers, Selina's expression instantly darkened.

"How could you do this? That cake was for my stream! What am I supposed to eat now?"

I looked surprised. "But when you invited me, you just said we're having dinner. You never mentioned you were streaming."

Then I gave her a wounded look. "Besides, I booked this restaurant a month in advance and I am paying the bill. Am I not allowed to have any?"

"You..."

She glared at me furiously. I sneered inwardly.

This place only served regulars and VIPs, and the prices were astronomical. There was no way she could afford to eat here on her own. That was exactly why she had asked me to bring her here for dinner, so she could stream and gain followers.

The chat's tone shifted immediately.

[You were just pushing her to eat, and now you're mad that she actually did?]

[This restaurant is impossible to book, and they do not even accept regular customers. I thought Selina was famous enough by now, but it turned out that she was riding on someone else's coattails.]

Selina's face went pale. She quickly forced a smile.

"Oh my gosh, I was just kidding! You guys actually believed me? How could I not let Cece eat? I was just worried she would overdo it and get a stomachache."

I smiled slightly and pulled the entire cake toward myself.

"I actually have a pretty good appetite. I just think if I'm going to indulge, it should be worth it. Real quality is the only thing worth the calories. Time to dig in."

With that, I picked up my fork and knife and efficiently polished off the entire cake.

The livestream erupted.

[Holy crap, how does she eat that fast and still look so elegant? She didn't even get frosting on her lips!]

[I'm drooling everywhere and I can't tell if I want the cake more or her.]

[This beats watching Selina eat like that any day. Girl, you should start your own food channel!]

Selina maintained her strained smile until she ended the stream. The moment she turned to face me, her facade collapsed completely.

"What's your problem? You're always so picky about food, and yet today you just had to steal my spotlight! Are you jealous that I'm famous now? Did you come here just to leech off my followers?"

I handed her the menu with an apologetic smile. "Come on, don't be mad. I'll treat you to something else. Order whatever you want!"

She frowned and rubbed her stomach, then snatched the menu and slammed it down on the table.

"Eat? I'm too stuffed to eat anything! You pissed me off so much I'm already full!"

With that, she stormed off. I slowly sipped my tea and touched my flat, toned stomach with a smile.

She was a genuine competitive eater. A few bites of cake could never fill her up. The food transfer system I had bound to her was working perfectly. The cake I ate had been transferred to her stomach at ten times the amount.

Selina, this time around, let's see who'll come out on top.