Chapter 101: I’m the Monster CamGuy

I went up to the company rooftop alone.

I might have been a fairly free employee, but openly sitting at my desk tapping at my phone all day would still look bad.

I wasn't completely out of control at work. I was absent from my desk a lot, sure, but still.

I found a bench in the rooftop garden and opened the direct message.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Hello.

│ You are MonsterCam Guy, correct?

│ I heard that private meetings may be possible, so I am contacting you to inquire.

╰─

"…What is this, a business email?"

It was written in an absurdly formal corporate style. For a moment, I could have mistaken it for a work-related inquiry.

But no matter how I checked, the message had definitely arrived on my MonsterCam Guy account.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ First, allow me to introduce myself.

│ I am a fifty-one-year-old man living in K city, and my current wife and I are both

│ remarried.

╰─

One thing was immediately clear.

This man had never sent a direct message like this before.

Otherwise, he would not have written such an elaborate introduction.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I was extraordinarily fortunate to meet my young wife, who is twenty-nine.

╰─

"Crazy bastard."

Fifty-one and twenty-nine? That was practically a father-and-daughter age gap.

Legally there was no problem, but… was this really fine?

It felt suspicious, but it was interesting enough that I kept reading.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unfortunately, because of my age—or perhaps my constitution—I suffer from erectile dysfunction.

╰─

Another impotent old man?

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│ My first wife had an affair because of my condition, and we ultimately divorced.

│ My second wife says she does not mind my impotence…

│ But in truth, I believe she is enduring it in silence.

╰─

"Oh."

A young wife patiently accepting her older husband's impotence…

I could picture a couple trying to preserve their marriage by refusing to voice their desires, each suffering in silence.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ MonsterCam Guy.

│ I am afraid that if this continues, the marriage I worked so hard to build may begin to crack.

│ So I would like to make one careful request.

│ MonsterCam Guy.

│ Would you perhaps be willing to meet my wife?

╰─

Several photographs followed.

This must have been his "twenty-nine-year-old wife."

"Hmm…"

My first thought was that she looked somewhat mature for her age.

She had the classic face of a married woman—though she was, in fact, married.

Still, she was far from unattractive. Quite the opposite.

Her breasts were enormous, large enough to compare with Manager Selena's.

That alone had my attention.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ What do you think?

│ Would you be able to… satisfy my wife?

│ If you are interested, please reply.

│ I would also like to offer appropriate compensation.

╰─

That was the end of the message. The timestamp showed it had been sent almost a full day earlier.

He was probably still waiting for an answer.

Waiting too long might create problems of its own.

But before replying, I needed to organize my thoughts.

Judging by his phrasing and tone, the claim that he was a fifty-one-year-old man was probably true. The wife was the uncertain part.

He was asking me to fuck a woman who was not messaging me herself. That could easily be a trap.

For example, he could have sent photographs of a complete stranger and asked me to sleep with her.

There were plenty of other risks too.

That was why I did not meet every person who flooded my inbox.

…Though if someone was hot enough, I sometimes did.

What should I do? I was interested, but still suspicious.

I needed to determine whether this husband truly wanted me to relieve his wife's sexual frustration—or whether he had another motive.

Taking everything into account…

Wouldn't it be safer to meet the husband alone first?

I could decide whether to meet and fuck his wife afterward.

Meeting only the old man carried far less risk than walking straight into sex with a stranger's wife.

"…Good."

I typed a quick reply.

***

"Managing Director Choi, these are the minutes from yesterday's disciplinary committee. We need your written signature."

"Mm. Bring them here."

"Yes, sir."

Choi Doha slowly read the minutes the HR manager had delivered.

The actual committee meeting yesterday had been chaos.

Several executives had needed to work together to drag Barry away as he knelt and screamed.

He fought so desperately that the fifty-year-old men were drenched in sweat. They had eventually carried him out by his arms and legs by the guards.

The committee described in the written minutes, however, seemed perfectly orderly and concise.

Clear evidence. A subject unable to rebut it. A routine conclusion of disciplinary dismissal.

"You revised this heavily."

"It was nothing."

"No. You worked hard. With the CEO involved, it was a complicated matter."

Choi Doha rubbed beneath his nose as he remembered the previous day.

He had resolved matters according to the CEO's wishes and warned everyone to keep quiet.

He was slightly worried about what would become of the younger man, but that was his problem.

The company still had to function.

Choi signed beside his name.

The HR manager bowed and left the office.

Choi leaned back in his chair.

"Hmm…"

The thought returned, and he checked his phone.

He had sent a message to MonsterCam Guy yesterday. Had the man read it?

Apparently he was busy; the message had remained unread through the evening.

'Of course. How many messages must he receive?'

There would be men like him, Choi Doha, and plenty of women openly asking for sex.

If anything, a message proudly announcing that its sender was an older man was probably less likely to receive an answer.

'Perhaps I should have pretended to be my wife…'

Would that have earned a faster reply?

With that thought, Choi opened the app.

╭─ [TwiXter — Notifications]

│ 2 unread direct messages.

╰─

"What?"

He sprang upright.

MonsterCam Guy had replied to his message.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ All right.

│ Contact me when you see this.

╰─

The reply had arrived five minutes earlier.

"…Managing Director Choi? Is something wrong?"

A department head seated nearby looked over.

Choi had made a loud noise when he shot up.

"No. Nothing at all."

"…?"

"I'll step out for a cigarette."

"Ah, I'll join you."

The department head immediately reached for his cigarettes. He was remarkably perceptive only at times like this.

"No, that's all right. I'll go alone. I need to make a call."

"Ah… Understood."

The disappointed man sat back down.

Choi took his coat and cigarettes and left the office.

Where could he smoke alone and use his phone without attracting attention?

The rooftop was the obvious choice.

***

Look at this man.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I can speak on the phone immediately.

│ My number is 007-XXXX-OOOO.

╰─

What made him trust me enough to hand over his number instantly? He was a startling old man.

I tapped the number in the message.

I checked in case it belonged to someone I knew, but it was not saved in my contacts.

Then there should be no problem.

I pressed call. After several rings, someone answered.

"Ah, um… Hello?"

"It's me. MonsterCam Guy."

"…I was waiting."

He really was an old man.

The voice was low and distinctly middle-aged, almost oily. I imagined someone with a thick beard.

"I read the message you sent."

"You did?"

"Yes. I understand the circumstances. Your wife also looked appealing. I am willing to proceed as you requested."

The voice on the other end grew louder.

"Truly?"

"Truly. However…"

"However?"

I deliberately trailed off as though something troubled me.

"I want to understand what you genuinely want, sir."

"…What do you mean?"

His already low voice dropped farther.

"From the message, it sounds as though you're searching for a man who can satisfy your wife's unmet needs. Am I wrong?"

"That is correct… I am afraid that if my wife remains dissatisfied with our sex life, then once again… my marriage may collapse."

"I see."

That was exactly what he had written.

But both in the message and in the call, something felt wrong.

"If I have sex with your wife, wouldn't that also threaten your marriage?"

"…"

That was the contradiction.

If he feared his marriage collapsing, contacting a man like me should have been the last thing he did.

He was afraid someone would take her, yet he was inviting someone else to have her. The two ideas did not fit.

When I pointed it out, he fell silent.

For a long while, I heard only rustling and wind.

I waited, then spoke again.

"Hello—"

"You're correct."

The answer came before I could finish.

"If my wife met another man behind my back… that would destroy our marriage."

"It likely would."

"But if she met him with my permission… under my control, only to relieve her needs, I could accept that."

"Oh."

So as long as it remained under his control, she could sleep with another man.

"That's why I'd like you to satisfy her while I'm present."

"Hmm… I understand."

"Would you… be willing to try?"

He asked cautiously. I paused before answering.

"No. Before that, I have one more question."

"Ask it."

"Is this truly about satisfying your wife's desire? Or is it about satisfying yours?"

"…"

He went silent again.

Apparently the question was difficult to answer.

Only after the call stretched through another long hesitation did he manage to speak.

"It is… to satisfy my desire."

"I thought so."

All his excuses aside, the desire was simple.

Netorase.

He wanted to find a man who would fuck his wife, then masturbate while watching her be taken.

All the talk about relieving her dissatisfaction only decorated that truth.

Like a man struck at the heart of his secret, he confessed.

"Although I'm impotent, whenever I imagine my wife having an affair… my erection returns. If my wife truly committed adultery…"

"You could finally relieve the desire you've been suppressing."

"…Yes."

"Now I understand exactly what you want."

I answered only that much and ended the call.

There was no need to say the rest over the phone.

I lowered the phone from my ear and spoke aloud.

"If we're going to do it, how about today?"

"…!"

A middle-aged man who had been speaking on his phone in a corner whipped around.

When he saw my face, he froze, nearly bloodless.

"…S-Staff Member Ed?"

"You saw me yesterday, didn't you? Allow me to introduce myself."

I knew this man.

I remembered him because he alone had reacted strangely during the disciplinary committee.

Managing Director Choi Doha.

I bowed politely.

"I'm Ed Roth—MonsterCam Guy."