Viral Leak Made Me a Cam King

Chapter 60: 60: What If Someone Sees Us Doing This in the Office?

Deposit: 30,000 dollars.

Celeste.

Wow. It really arrived. It didn’t feel real.

I had spent two years working as a contract employee and saving as aggressively as I could, but after rent and living expenses, almost nothing remained. I had never even managed to accumulate thirty thousand dollar.

And now an amount larger than everything I had saved through two years of miserable work had appeared in my account at once.

”...”

Should I quit and live as Celeste’s kept man?

It was impossible not to consider it.

Hmm. This was genuinely tempting. Add the income from OnlyF*ns, and I might make a serious amount of money.

OnlyF*ns had just opened, so I hadn’t received any payout yet.

Since it was an Americana platform, taxes made the settlement process take time. Apparently the first payout could require months.

Still, thirty thousand dollar would let me live extravagantly for those months without worrying about my bank balance.

No.

I should keep going to the office for now.

Not because I needed the salary.

For other reasons.

”...You look happier today, Ed.”

The moment I entered the office, Manager Selena glanced at my face.

I scratched my head and answered casually.

”Do I?”

”Yes.”

What was that? She sounded slightly sulky.

I put my bag at my desk and immediately hurried over to hers.

”...Why are you coming over here?”

”You looked like you wanted me to.”

”...I didn’t. Go back to your seat.”

”Come on.”

I slipped my arms around Manager Selena from behind, almost affectionately.

”Wh-what are you doing...?”

”Wasn’t this what you wanted?”

”...I said it wasn’t.”

Sure.

Her face was already red, and she wasn’t removing my arms.

”Manager Selena, are you angry with me?”

”...No.”

”You are. I can see you sulking.”

”...”

Selena didn’t deny it. She stared at her monitor and pretended to focus on work.

She wasn’t focusing at all. She repeatedly typed strange characters and deleted them.

I checked the office.

It was still early, so most of the desks were empty.

Should I touch her breasts?

Squeeze.?

”Ngh...!?”

Selena whipped her head around.

”Move... your hand.”

”It’s been a while since I touched them. Let me enjoy them for a minute.”

”...You touched them yesterday.”

”Manager Selena’s breasts need attention every day.”

”What... are you talking about?”

I was serious.

Her breasts had a restorative effect. Touching them recovered my energy.

Burying my face in her cleavage doubled the effect.

I traced my fingers over her chest through the business suit and slowly kneaded it.

Hmm. Her nipple should be around here.

”What if someone sees us doing this in the office?”

”Doing it in the office is one of your fantasies.”

”...I didn’t say to do it while people were here...”

Look at her getting embarrassed.

”It’s fine. Your desk is positioned well. Unless someone comes directly beside us, it’ll look like you’re giving me instructions.”

”...My face won’t make it look that way.”

I glanced at her reflection in the monitor.

She already wore the half-dazed expression of a woman enjoying herself.

Anyone seeing that would definitely find it strange.

”...About yesterday.”

”Yesterday?”

”Mm...”

”What happened yesterday?”

”...Do you really not know?”

What was she talking about?

When I gave her a genuinely confused look, she quickly opened her phone.

The screen showed our DMs.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Ed.

│ ...Are you asleep?

│ Are you sleeping?

╰─

She had sent them at two in the morning.

At two... I had been in the middle of doing everything imaginable with the CEO.

We went at it six times and didn’t fall asleep until after four.

”You really... didn’t see them?”

”Of course I didn’t. You sent them at two in the morning. I was asleep.”

”...Were you?”

Selena looked unconvinced.

That was unfair.

Although I was lying.

To change the subject, I deliberately found her nipple and circled it with a finger through the fabric.

”Mmph...”

”Sending messages at two in the morning... You must have been desperate.”

”...It wasn’t because I was desperate.”

”Come on. You were horny, weren’t you?”

”That’s not it. I just...”

As I continued stroking her nipple, her body trembled.

”...I was thinking about you.”

”...”

What was this, a woman missing her ex-boyfriend?

”Ed...”

”Yes?”

”If you have time, tonight... after work...”

”You want to go to a hotel?”

”...Is that the only thing in your head?”

”The thought of fucking you occupies a large portion of it.”

”Haa...”

Manager Selena sighed in disbelief.

But her expression softened, so she didn’t seem displeased.

”I only wanted to ask if you’d have a drink with me.”

”Ah. Drink first, then roleplay?”

”...Fine. Let’s call it that.”

She gave up with another sigh.

Drinking alone with Manager Selena?

Come to think of it, we had never done that.

At most, we had exchanged a few drinks at company dinners.

Even then, Manager Selena quietly drank a few glasses, paid the bill, and left. I couldn’t remember what she was like when drinking.

What I did remember was Barry getting drunk and performing some bizarre dance on top of a table. Fucking bastard.

”I’m fine with a drink.”

”...Really? Good.”

”You’re paying, right?”

”...”

Manager Selena glared at me.

”...I’ll pay.”

”Thank you in advance.”

I answered while gently rubbing her nipple.

She seemed to have given up completely and was quietly offering it to me.

I wanted to continue, but perhaps we should talk a little more.

”Ah, right. Manager Selena, I wanted to ask you something.”

”...What?”

”Our company’s CEO.”

”...The CEO?”

The unexpected question made her glance at me.

She seemed to be watching my reaction.

There was no way she had somehow realized I’d fucked the CEO, right?

I quickly maintained a perfect poker face and looked like a mere employee asking out of curiosity.

”...What about her?”

”I was wondering whether you’ve met her.”

”A few times. At meetings, during reports... and at company dinners.”

”Oh. What is she like?”

”...What do you mean, what is she like?”

”You know. The kind of impression that makes you think, Ah, this person is this sort of woman.”

”...”

She gave me a look that clearly asked why I cared.

Even I had to admit it was a suspicious question.

A bottom-level contract worker asking what the CEO’s style and personality were like.