Chapter 50: This Can’t Be Happening

Chapter 50: 50: This Can’t Be Happening

Rhea couldn’t believe her eyes.

She hadn’t thought anything of it when that irritating coworker Ed held out his phone.

The report wasn’t even that important. He could’ve just taken a few decent pictures and called it a day.

Why had he come all the way down here to make her review every single one?

He could’ve sent the whole batch through the company messenger and let her pick what she needed.

Of course a man who was terrible at his job would obsess over useless details.

Still, since he’d asked, she reluctantly looked.

’Huh...?’

She was flicking through the screen without much interest when her finger stopped.

A moment ago, the photos had been full of equipment. Now there was a woman on the screen.

Not an ordinary woman, either. She was blindfolded.

Standing just inside what was obviously a motel-room door.

"..."

"You asked me to take them from several angles, so I tried a variety. Let me know whether any of them are useful. If there aren’t enough—"

Ed kept rambling as if he had no idea what she was seeing.

None of it reached her ears.

What was this? Why? What the hell had happened?

This couldn’t be possible.

Because the woman in that picture was...

...her.

She swiped.

Now the woman was undressing.

Again.

Now she was naked on her knees.

Again.

Now there was a video of her crawling like a dog at a man’s feet.

’Ngh...!’

The hand gripping the phone shook.

No matter how many times she looked, the blindfolded woman in the photos was unmistakably her.

Everything perverted she’d done the night before flashed through her mind.

’What the hell is this...?’

Why did Ed have photos and videos of everything she’d done yesterday?

She wanted to throw the phone away immediately, but then she saw the cloud icon over the pictures.

The phone automatically backed up every photo it took.

Destroying it wouldn’t solve anything.

Stay calm, Rhea. Stay calm...!

Her thoughts were a mess, but she forced herself to run through the possibilities.

Had the images already leaked? Had MonsterCam Guy posted them? Had Ed been there with him? Or—no, could it possibly be...?

Possibility after possibility spun through her head, but there was no way to reach a clear answer.

She couldn’t check whether the images had spread right this second.

She still didn’t understand exactly what had happened or what situation she was in.

But one thing was certain.

Whether Ed had taken the photos himself, received them from someone else, or found them somewhere—

The fact that he was showing them to her while pretending it was an accident meant he already knew she was the woman in them.

This wasn’t a mistake.

He was doing it on purpose.

But why? What did he want?

No. The answer was obvious.

What else did men usually say after showing a woman pictures like these?

The purpose of a man like Ed was painfully clear.

I’ll blackmail you with these, so do what I say.

...Not a chance.

As if she would let Ed of all people do that to her.

"Rhea? Rhea?"

"...Yes?"

"What did you think?"

"Off... of what?"

"The photos. The ones you asked for."

His voice sounded as if he were urging her to surrender already.

But she wasn’t the kind of woman who would fold under Ed’s blackmail.

Her mind moved faster than anyone’s. In an instant, she changed her expression.

"Yes, I saw them. They’re fine. This should be enough. Good work, Ed."

"...What?"

"But I’ll need the files for the report, so send them over the messenger later. Looking at them here doesn’t change anything, does it?"

"..."

There it was.

That look on his face said, This can’t be happening.

He’d apparently planned to make her stumble onto the photos naturally and then blackmail her. All she had to do was pretend she hadn’t seen them. How could his threat work if she didn’t know what he was talking about?

There was a reason she’d deliberately told him to send the images through the company messenger, too.

Everyone knew administrators could review company messages. He couldn’t openly send explicit photos and threaten her there.

And if he did send them just to make sure she saw them, she’d use the message as evidence against him.

"We’re done, right? Here."

Rhea tossed the filthy phone back into Ed’s hand and walked away.

Good. That was enough.

What else could a loser like him possibly do now?

Ed remained there long after she left.

She was already too far away to see the mocking smile that crossed his face.

***

Mm. I figured she’d react like that.

Rhea was every bit as proud as Manager Selena.

No—Manager Selena had a surprisingly timid side. Since Rhea was the loud, argumentative type, maybe she was even tougher.

I’d let myself get my hopes up after watching her submit to me like a dog last night.

But sure enough, even after seeing those perverted photos of herself, she’d pretended not to notice and executed a clean evasive maneuver.

Should I just tell her, You fucking bitch, if you’ve figured it out, strip?

No. Rhea was exactly the sort of woman who would record only that sentence and use it to defend herself. She was more than capable of it.

If I wanted to pressure her naturally while leaving her no way out...

I would have to use that method after all.

I sent a message from my phone. Less than five minutes later, Manager Selena appeared.

"...Ed?"

"Oh, Manager Selena. You’re here."

"W-what happened?"

I smiled at Selena as she cautiously approached, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

"I called because I need to get one out."

"Oh."

***

Instead of returning to the office, Rhea immediately checked her phone.

Those photos Ed had shown her...

A leak was still the most likely explanation.

MonsterCam Guy might have posted them, and Ed could have stumbled across them and recognized her.

This was exactly why she was always careful about photos whenever she met someone offline. Yesterday, she’d been in such a rush that she hadn’t watched for it.

In fact, the thought of being photographed had made her even more excited...

’No. No, that’s not what matters right now!’

This wasn’t the time to think about that.

Where had Ed gotten the pictures? Probably MonsterCam Guy’s social media. Or perhaps some private group chat where they were being shared.

He must have seen photos of a woman who looked like her and shown them to test her reaction. He wanted to find out whether it was really her.

Once she thought of it that way, everything fit.

"Ed..."

She gnawed on her thumbnail as she opened MonsterCam Guy’s social-media page.

Her thumb flew across the screen while she searched every post.

’There’s... nothing?’

Contrary to her expectations, there was nothing there.

The page hadn’t been updated at all in two days.

That meant he hadn’t uploaded and circulated the photos from last night there.

’Could there be a private group chat?’

It was entirely possible. The submissive men she controlled had their own group chat where they argued over which mistress was best.

But no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find anything that even resembled an invitation link.

The only thing she found was an OnlyF*ns link. That page was empty, perhaps because he was still preparing it.

’This can’t be happening...’

The hand at her mouth trembled.

Something was wrong.

’No way...’

If Ed hadn’t picked the photos up from a leak...

And they hadn’t come from some private chat...

Another possibility slowly took shape.

’It can’t be.’

Anything but that.

Rhea had considered every possible explanation she could think of.

All except one, which she’d been deliberately refusing to acknowledge.

’Ed is MonsterCam Guy.’

No.

Impossible.

That pathetic, unimpressive man was the one with the enormous cock worshipped throughout the hidden side of the internet?

The man who had satisfied her...

Her master?

She couldn’t believe it even when she tried.

They’d spent two miserable years together, and not once had she felt anything masculine about him.

If he’d really possessed something that manly, there should have been at least one moment when she’d thought he was kind of impressive. But she’d never sensed even a hint of it.

But if he really was...

If Ed truly was MonsterCam Guy...

The man with that huge cock...

’Ngh...’

Rhea curled inward slightly.

Thinking about last night made her body heat up on its own.

She’d knelt before a faceless man and begged.

Declared herself his slave, imitated a dog, and even performed that ridiculous dance.

Then, flattened beneath him... she’d been fucked.

By a cock so large she could tell its size from the sensation alone.

She’d called the man Master and sworn to obey him.

Just like the submissive men under her, she had become a slave and submitted to someone else.

Thump.

Thump, thump.

It was the first time a man had ever made her feel that kind of excitement.

But the fact that her heart raced for someone whose face she didn’t even know frightened her too.

She’d tried asking Manager Selena for advice, but that hadn’t helped much.

But what if that man really was...

What if Master MonsterCam Guy was Ed?

’Why... Why am I reacting like this?’

He was pathetic. Ed.

She hated looking at him. He was irritating and exhausting.

So why...?

"Mm..."

The instant she imagined Ed as MonsterCam Guy—

The instant his face entered her mind—

Her womb clenched hard.

No. Surely not.

It couldn’t be.

Ed, of all people?

Ding!

A notification sounded from the phone in her hand.

The sender was Master MonsterCam Guy.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Come to the basement book café. Now.

╰─

She stared at the message, hesitating.

Then her feet moved.

’Why? Why can’t I refuse his order, Rhea... Why?’