Chapter 52: You Seem to Be in a Good Mood Today

Chapter 52: 52: You Seem to Be in a Good Mood Today

Tap, Tap, Tap.

I returned to the office and got back to work.

Come to think of it, I’d blown the entire morning, so I was suddenly buried.

When I couldn’t focus, the answer was always a can of Monster.

Pssht!

I cracked it open and took several long swallows.

I felt Rhea staring from across the office.

I glanced over.

"Ngh...!?"

The moment our eyes met, she hurriedly ducked her head.

She tried hard to hide her face, but I’d already seen how red it was.

She was painfully aware of me now.

Me and my cock.

At this point, I could probably make her submit just by showing it off...

No. Not yet.

Rhea was still hesitating.

She was weighing her pride against a life as my slave.

I supposed it wouldn’t be easy to throw away two years of treating me like dirt and start obeying me overnight.

Especially for a woman who had looked down on me more than anyone.

And switching from an active femdom to a submissive masochist couldn’t be simple either.

Still, this was entirely a matter of Rhea’s own mindset.

Her fall into slavery was only a matter of time. The question was when she would admit it to herself.

If I wanted to speed that up, even slightly, I needed to apply a little pressure.

I quietly rose from my seat. Manager Selena glanced my way, so I gave her a deliberate wink.

"..."

She got embarrassed and snapped her head away.

I left her alone and walked over to Rhea.

"Rhea."

"Eek—!!"

Her sudden scream made everyone in the office look over.

"Ah! S-sorry. You startled me... I’m sorry."

She jumped up, apologized in every direction, then sat back down.

Even then, she refused to meet my eyes and stared fixedly at her monitor.

The hand on her mouse was visibly shaking.

"W-w-w-w-what... do you need?"

Wasn’t she making her fear a little too obvious? I had no intention of acting like her master in the middle of the office.

"It’s nothing. I sent you the photos earlier, but you haven’t checked them. You weren’t reading the messenger either."

"Ah. Ah. Th-the messenger... Right. I-I’ll check now."

Click.

Tremble.

Click.

She dragged the mouse with a shaking hand and opened our chat window.

The batch of photos I’d sent was right there.

"I-I’ve checked them. Thank you..."

She still wouldn’t look at me.

I took another sip of Monster.

"Rhea."

"Y-yes!?"

"You’re acting strange today. Is something wrong?"

"..."

Her trembling hand froze on the mouse.

Her reflection in the monitor showed her struggling to decide what to say.

Would she bring up MonsterCam Guy?

Or keep pretending nothing had happened?

Either was fine with me.

"Th-that’s..."

"Whoa, what are you two talking about?"

Fuck. A man’s voice suddenly cut in.

Barry came over and naturally assumed the posture of a senior employee guiding the junior at the next desk.

"I tried to talk to you earlier and you were both gone. What is this? Something going on between you?"

"No, sir. Nothing like that, Assistant Manager Barry."

"That’s awfully stiff, Ed. Didn’t I tell you not to make it obvious when you’re in a bad mood?"

This fucking motherfucker...

"What about you, Rhea? You upset today? Ah, is it because Ed talked to you?"

"N-no, it’s not that..."

This piece of shit was really pushing it.

Should I tell him what I’d done with Hana?

No. Hold back. The chance would come soon. I needed to reveal it at the perfect moment, not now.

"Then there’s no reason to sit there looking so tense. The workshop’s the week after next. You should be getting into the spirit."

"The workshop?"

Manager Selena had mentioned one that morning.

"Heh. Apparently, family members are allowed this time. So I’m thinking I’ll bring Hana, introduce her to everyone, and hand out the wedding invitations while I’m at it."

Wait. He was bringing Hana to the workshop?

I’d covered my face as much as possible whenever I was with her, but not nearly as thoroughly as I had with Selena or Rhea.

And Hana had sharp instincts.

There was a chance she might recognize me if we met.

No. Why was I worried?

I’d get to meet Hana as Ed.

At an overnight company workshop, no less.

This might be the perfect chance to fuck Barry over.

"Our Ed will get to see Hana again too, right?"

"...That’s true."

Barry knew Hana and I had been senior and junior at university.

He also believed I’d once liked her and that he’d successfully stolen her from me.

"You’ll be seeing her in a completely different position from back then. A low-level employee meeting his superior’s fiancée. Heh. Things sure change after college. They really do."

Of course. He was already planning to use the workshop to feel superior to me.

Though the person who actually got to feel superior would be a little different from what he expected.

"So? Aren’t you looking forward to it? You should see how beautiful Hana has become. Right, Ed?"

Pat, pat.

He slapped my shoulder with a greasy grin.

I couldn’t keep myself from smiling.

"I’m really looking forward to it too, sir."

"...Why are you smiling like that?"

I gave him a bright, innocent grin.

He stared at me as if I were insane. Apparently it wasn’t the reaction he’d expected, because his own expression stiffened.

"I’d love to see Hana again at the workshop."

"...R-right."

Something feels wrong, doesn’t it, you bastard?

The vague unease he couldn’t explain made his face tighten further.

I turned back to Rhea.

"You should have fun at the workshop too, Rhea. Understood?"

Pat, pat.

I rested a hand on her shoulder.

"...!"

Normally, touching her at all would have been unthinkable.

She never bothered hiding her disgust whenever my hand so much as brushed her.

Barry looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. I ignored him.

Instead, I slowly stroked Rhea’s shoulder.

"Rhea? Answer me."

"...Y-yes..."

"When I ask you something, answer immediately. Understood?"

"...Yes..."

Even as I continued patting her back, Rhea remained silent and nodded obediently.

Barry, who had been watching with his mouth hanging open, finally spoke.

"What got into you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem to be in a good mood today, Ed."

"Of course. Something very good happened."

"...Is that so?"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

What are you looking at, you piece of shit?

I smiled as brightly as I could.

When our eyes met, he looked away first.

"Tch... Fine. I’ll see you at the workshop, Ed."

He spun around and returned to his seat.

Fucking idiot.

I was looking forward to the workshop too.

Especially the part where he went berserk after seeing his fiancée get fucked by the man he hate most.

"Mm..."

I looked down at Rhea, who was still sitting with her head lowered.

"Rhea."

"Ah! Y-yes!"

"When you see a message from me, answer immediately. Got it?"

That might mean the company messenger.

Or a DM.

Rhea understood the implication and nodded.

"Yes. I will..."

***

After work, I managed my accounts.

Now that I was running OnlyF*ns in addition to TwiXter, there was more work than I’d expected.

The videos for each subscription tier were ready. All that remained was to open sales.

I’d compiled several different videos featuring Selena and Hana.

Some were under five minutes. Others ran longer than fifty.

Of course, Selena and Hana had put in a fair amount of work to produce that much footage.

Should I share some of the profits with them? They were performers, after all.

No. Buying them something good to eat and giving them more of my cock would count as profit sharing in their eyes, wouldn’t it?

They should be grateful just for the privilege of getting fucked by my magnificent cock for free.

As the shockwave from MonsterCam Guy’s bodycam clips faded, the number of new DMs dropped noticeably.

I used to receive as many as two thousand a day. Now there were fewer than a hundred, which made them much easier to review.

That also meant individual messages were more likely to catch my eye.

And some women had started sending them with frightening persistence.

Not just one or two, either. They sent dozens over several days, refusing to stop until I saw them.

At this point, their devotion to cock was almost scary.

The most noticeable of them was easily this woman.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I want to meet you. I’ll compensate you properly. / 6 days ago.

│ Did you not see my message? You should. It won’t be a bad proposition for you. / 5 days ago.

│ I enjoyed the sample video you posted. You’re opening an OnlyF*ns too? Create a VIP tier. I’ll subscribe. / 4 days ago.

│ I know you’re busy, but I’d like an answer now. / 3 days ago.

│ Do you dislike my offer? Or do you dislike me? Either way, I’m confident I can satisfy you if we meet. / 2 days ago.

│ [Multiple photos of luxury goods]

│ These are gifts I prepared for you. Meet me tonight, and they’ll all be yours. / 22

│ hours ago.

╰─

Sending me DMs every single day apparently wasn’t enough.

Now she was sending photographs of luxury goods.

And she’d deliberately staged them against the background of an expensive hotel, practically shouting, Look how rich I am.

Even the certificates of authenticity appeared genuine. There were department-store bags and receipts in the pictures.

"Hmm..."

It wasn’t as though luxury goods could buy me.

There was a watch Barry would probably brag about, but I had no desire to act as vulgar as that bastard. I wouldn’t refuse it if someone gave it to me, though.

Then—

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Still no time today? If you don’t have time, I suggest you make some. / Just now. I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse. / Just now.

╰─

New DMs arrived as though she knew I was reading them.

So we’d happened to connect in real time.

An offer I couldn’t refuse?

What could she possibly be planning...?

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ [Photo of stacks of cash]

│ Thirty thousand dollar.

╰─

"...What?"

I doubted my eyes.

I rubbed them and looked at the screen again.

╭─ [Online Community — Thread]

│ Thirty thousand dollar.

│ I assume you aren’t particularly wealthy.

│ Based on the times you post and your activity history, you appear to work a full-time job.

│ You’re probably young, which makes a high salary unlikely.

╰─

H-how did she know...?

It wasn’t difficult to guess, considering most of my activity happened on weekday nights and weekends.

╭─ [Online Community — Thread]

│ Wouldn’t thirty thousand dollar be enough to buy one night with you?

│ What do you think?

│ Will you still refuse?

╰─

"...Ha. Look at this woman."

Was she trying to buy me with money?

Did she think I was some male prostitute?

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I’ll add all the luxury goods I showed you yesterday.

│ Consider them a gift to commemorate our first meeting.

╰─

"..."

It was an extremely tempting offer.

But I was Ed, MonsterCam Guy.

I wasn’t the kind of man who sold his body for a little money.

I had absolutely no intention of taking cash to sleep with some ugly woman or middle-aged—

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Come to think of it, I never sent you a photo of myself.

│ Well? Would this be acceptable?

╰─

"..."

Those tits were far too magnificent to refuse.