Chapter 35: MonsterCam Guy, OnlyF*ns Creator

Chapter 35: 35: MonsterCam Guy, OnlyF*ns Creator

Clack-Clack-Clack.

When we returned to the office, the sound of keyboards filled the room.

"Hmm..."

Selena was working as though nothing had happened.

It felt as if we had returned completely to ordinary life.

Looking at her now, it was hard to believe she’d been sucking my cock only minutes ago.

But from this point on, I could call her over and make her serve me whenever I wanted.

And the best part was that she wanted to act like this herself.

It still didn’t feel entirely real.

A woman who wanted to be blackmailed by the real me, not merely in role-play.

"..."

I pretended to work while stealing a glance at Selena.

She was speaking seriously with another employee, giving instructions.

"This is going all the way up to the CEO, so have several people review it. Speak to the department head too."

"Yes, Manager Selena."

Seeing her talk and work so normally with the same mouth that had sucked my cock and swallowed my semen made me feel strangely resentful.

All right. Decision made.

I’d fuck her one more time later.

I sent her a message through the company messenger.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ Manager Selena.

╰─

"Mm!"

Selena startled so hard that her chair jumped.

If you react like that, everyone will notice.

A frantic burst of typing came from her desk.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ What.

│ What is it?

│ Ed.

╰─

She was typing in quite a panic.

Was a message from me really that terrifying?

...Actually, it probably was.

She had no idea what kind of perverted order I might give her or when.

She should have been living in anxiety every day.

The problem was that Selena enjoyed exactly that.

Wasn’t she probably sitting there right now, wondering what I would order her to do through the messenger?

I deliberately typed slowly.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ Nothing important.

│ I was wondering what you’re having for lunch.

│ Lunch?

│ Yes.

│ We could eat together.

╰─

No reply.

Was she disappointed that I hadn’t ordered her to serve me somewhere?

Ding.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ [Embarrassed, glancing-around sticker]

╰─

After making me wait, she suddenly sent an adorable sticker.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ When you say we should eat together...

│ You don’t mean it in that way, do you?

╰─

That way?

Do you mean something sexual, Manager Selena?

It wasn’t as though I hadn’t considered calling her out during lunch and doing it in a parking garage or somewhere similar...

But this time I genuinely wanted to get a meal.

Seriously.

I played innocent as I answered.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ What way do you mean?

│ You know. That...

│ Never mind.

│ Don’t talk about it here.

│ You know administrators can read company messenger logs if they have the right account, don’t you?

╰─

Her reason had apparently returned. Her tone went cold again.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ Are we not allowed to let anyone see us discussing lunch either?

│ That’s not what I mean...! Don’t talk about those things here.

│ What exactly are "those things"?

│ [Angry sticker]

│ You know perfectly well, Ed!

╰─

How cute.

Teasing her was far too much fun.

Maybe a little more.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ This is unfair, Manager Selena.

│ I really was only asking you to eat with me...

│ [Link: Decent restaurant nearby]

│ How about here?

│ ...

╰─

She went silent again, then replied much later.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ You really... meant an actual meal?

│ Of course.

│ Did you interpret it some other way?

│ What on earth were you imagining?

│ [Gasping in shock sticker]

│ No.

│ No, no.

│ It wasn’t anything like that.

│ Absolutely not what you’re thinking, Ed.

╰─

Manager Selena typed fast.

She denied it as frantically as if waving both hands in front of her.

I glanced toward her desk.

"Mm..."

Her face was bright red as she hammered at the keyboard.

That was obviously the face of someone who’d been thinking something dirty.

Time to drive it home.

’Manager Selena, you weren’t hoping for something, were you?’

"..."

’I wasn’t... hoping for anything.’

Liar.

She’d clearly been hoping for a great deal.

’Understood, Manager Selena.’

’After lunch... shall we stop by a coin karaoke booth?’

’A coin... karaoke booth?’

’Just the two of us.’

"..."

Selena probably understood perfectly well what that meant.

A long time passed before her response appeared.

╭─ [Company Messenger]

│ [Nodding sticker]

│ All... right.

╰─

I could practically hear the happiness in her voice through the message.

I doubted I was imagining it.

***

Ever since returning from the conference room, Rhea had kept glancing toward Manager Selena and Ed.

Her desk was some distance from theirs, so she couldn’t see what they were doing on their screens.

But she could still tell they were exchanging looks.

She was certain.

The atmosphere was strange.

There really is something going on...

The way they had come out of the conference room.

The looks they were trading now.

Could it truly be... what she suspected?

Were they dating?

Rhea trusted her instincts about these things.

Ever since school, she could usually tell what was happening between a man and woman just by observing them from the side.

Her accuracy was practically one hundred percent.

And those instincts were telling her now: Ed and Manager Selena were seriously suspicious.

But she had no hard evidence.

The fastest way to find out would be to ask one of them directly.

Manager Selena, of course—not Ed.

She didn’t want to speak to him.

"Um... Manager Selena."

When lunch began, Rhea approached Selena.

"Would you like to eat together?"

"Lunch?"

"Yes. As an apology for earlier. My treat."

They had eaten together several times before.

Surely Selena would accept.

Once they were seated, Rhea could casually ask what she thought of Ed.

She had it all planned out.

Manager Selena was terrible at hiding things. Every lie showed on her face.

A single question about Ed would make her entire body reveal the answer.

The plan was perfect.

"Sorry."

"Okay, then the salad place out front—wait, what?"

"I already agreed to have lunch with Ed today."

"..."

"We’ll eat together next time, all right?"

With that, Selena hurried out of the office.

Ed seemed to have been waiting outside, and the two of them entered the elevator together.

No way... Really?

Are you two actually... in that kind of relationship?

They didn’t return until well after lunch break should have ended.

***

After work, I went home and checked my TwiXter account.

I read through some comments, blocked the idiots sending useless DMs, and uploaded one of the photos from today’s visit to the coin karaoke booth.

Naturally, I covered my face. That part was important.

There was no telling what would happen if my identity became public.

I chose one image from the set.

It showed Selena wrapping her trademark enormous breasts around my extra-thick cock.

’This is it lol.’

’Holy shit who is she??’

’Her tits are fucking massive and somehow his cock is still too big for them to cover lmao.’

’Did they do this in a karaoke booth? I’m genuinely jealous.’

’I’m so jealous of the girl, dude. Look at that cock, I’m fucking salvating upon it. Damn!’

’Upvote if you came to see the girl’s tits instead of MonsterCam Guy’s cock.’

The response was good again today except that one guy.

Although people seemed more excited about Selena than me.

I supposed that was unavoidable.

Most men were naturally more interested in Selena’s huge breasts than my cock.

If a guy showed more interest in my cock... blocked.

I checked my email too.

╭─ [Email]

│ 1 unread message.

╰─

"Hmm...?"

This email...

I opened it immediately.

╭─ [Email]

│ Your OnlyF*ns creator application has been approved.

╰─

OnlyF*ns?

╭─ [Email]

│ You may now begin operating as a creator.

│ Set subscriber tiers and begin recruiting paid subscribers.

│ Provide content appropriate to the benefits offered at each tier.

╰─

Finally.

An OnlyF*ns creator account.

It should have been obvious, but I hadn’t opened a TwiXter account merely to receive DMs from women and have sex with them.

It had led me to Selena and Hana, of course, but I never intended to stop there.

I wasn’t going to settle for being famous only in the shadows.

I would turn that attention into revenue.

That was the real MonsterCam Guy brand I wanted to build.

╭─ [TwiXter — Profile]

│ @Monster_Cam24

│ 41,000 followers.

╰─

My TwiXter account currently had around forty thousand followers.

If I could turn those fans into subscribers willing to pay me...

I’d heard that roughly one percent of followers usually converted into paid subscribers.

For me, that would be around four hundred people.

Possibly less, since I was a man.

"Hmm..."

The number wasn’t as impressive as I’d hoped.

Even if I charged only eight or ten dollars per person each month, it would bring in far more than my contract salary.

But after platform fees, taxes, and everything else, it wouldn’t be an enormous fortune.

And video editing wasn’t easy, it also takes a lot of time.

The videos I planned to offer paid subscribers were the recordings I’d made with Selena.

The problem was that I had to blur both of our faces throughout a forty-minute video.

It took an entire weekend just to finish one episode.

’If the revenue isn’t good enough, isn’t this going to be more work than it’s worth?’

Making money through OnlyF*ns wasn’t simple either.

Still, I had no intention of giving up.

Once I had accumulated a few more videos, I would launch properly.

Next came my DMs.

At the top of the list were the two women I had pinned.

Selena.

And Hana.

"Hmm?"

’3 direct messages from @H_M.’

’Did she send more pictures?’

When I opened the conversation, I saw that the messages had arrived only ten minutes earlier.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Master.

│ Can you meet me... right now?

╰─

A request to meet immediately.

But what surprised me was the next message.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ At my house.

╰─