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“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

"Yoo-hoo! Goodbye, Monica!" We got so busy that we had to hire more staff. Our tips alone could get up to 700$ a day. Now I had my own working station where people could see me working my magic live like a sushi chef. People came in to take pictures until Celie had to shoo them off. My parents called me crying with joy when they saw me on the news. Not bad for three girls whose parents had been expecting them to come crawling home in bankruptcy. "That will allow us to start our new lives in America," Karmen said. I looked at her.

All that came out was a broken rasp. The last trace of hesitation in Xenia's eyes disappeared when she heard Aaron's expert conclusion. They were replaced with disgust. She kicked my hand away from her leg. "Don't touch me!" The force sent me rolling across the floor until I slammed into the wall. I hit the concrete with a dull thud. Another wave of pain crashed over me. "Make the announcement. Suspect Caleb Lawson will undergo a 24-hour compulsory detox live-stream," Xenia said, her voice echoing through the room. "The world needs to see how drugs can turn a once-glamorous man into something less than human."

Jasmine The camera on my phone didn’t shake. I held it perfectly steady, watching the little red ‘LIVE’ icon blink. Thanks to the master access credentials I’d quietly retained after helping design parts of Sterling Media’s shareholder communications network years ago, this wasn’t just going to my private socials. The feed was streaming directly onto Sterling Media’s global shareholder platform and the massive screen inside the headquarters, where their late-night investor presentation was currently happening. It was perfect timing. The grunts, groans, and wet, slick sex noises from the room suddenly stopped.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

View it alone. She sat at her streaming desk, the scene of last night’s opening act, and opened the file. It was a montage, professionally edited with a driving, cinematic score. It began with grainy clips of her old, low-viewer streams, her trying too hard, smiling desperately into the void. Then, the turning point: the night DaddyD53 tipped $100 and commanded her to cum.

If she wanted to play, then we would play big. If I did not get her locked up, I would consider it a loss. The moment Vivian hung up the phone, she went live on a streaming platform. “Hey, everyone. I’m totally desperate right now. I just found out the salesgirl who stole my commission isn’t just sleeping with clients. She’s a homewrecker! That guy who spent a million today? He’s married!” The livestream was instantly flooded with viewers. [So she’s a homewrecker!]

" I watched her car quickly merge into traffic and disappear, and my tears finally fell. It began to drizzle. Perhaps even the heavens were weeping over the death of our ten-year love story. I walked back home through the rain, letting the downpour disguise the sorrowful tears on my face. Mabel didn't come home that night. She just sent me a text message saying that she had to go on a last-minute business trip for two days, but she would definitely be back by the evening before our trip, and we'd then fly off to Prancera together.