Chapter 16: Another Bodycam Guy Video Dropped!!!

Chapter 16: 16: Another Bodycam Guy Video Dropped!!!

╭─ [Online Community — Thread]

│ Title: Another Bodycam Guy video dropped!!!

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After his cam leaked, the bastard posted proof on TwiXter.

Guess he finally stopped jerking off.

This time he’s actually fucking a woman lmao.

╭─ [Online Community — Replies]

│ • Seriously?

│ • It’s real. Go to Cam Guy’s TwiXter account.

│ • The dude whose cam leaked made his own account? What is wrong with him.

│ • MonsterCam Guy is allowed.

│ • If it’s Cam Guy, I understand.

│ • Cam Guy needed a TwiXter account.

│ • Link. Give us the link.

│ • (link)

│ • Thank you so much.

│ • (thumbs-up reaction image)

│ • (bowing reaction image)

│ • Holy shit lol. People said the cock was edited, but the video proves it’s real.

│ • How do you fake a dick, bro...?

│ • Run it through AI and stretch it? I genuinely don’t know.

│ • The woman is insane too.

│ • Her tits are fucking HUGE lmao.

│ • BAAAAAAAAANG.

│ • Her body is god-tier.

│ • (applause reaction image)

│ • Isn’t he the guy who got mocked everywhere after his masturbation cam leaked? How

│ did he get a woman?

│ • He’s Cam Guy. His DMs are probably exploding by now.

│ • Women make fun of him together, then message him in secret when they’re alone lol.

│ • You know how female celebrities complain about dick pics but inspect every one carefully and secretly answer the big guys, right?

│ • How would you know with a small cock?

│ • I AM SO FUCKING JEALOUS.

│ • Seriously. That woman’s body could line celebrities up and beat them all, and he got to fuck her.

│ • Her moans are hot as hell too. He’s stuffing something so huge into her that she can’t handle it, and she keeps whining because she doesn’t know what to do with herself.

│ • We’ve got a professional moan analyst over here.

│ • Is there a full version? Thirty seconds is torture.

│ • They said the full cut is coming soon.

│ • Apparently he’s uploading it to OnlyF*ns lol.

│ • He made an OnlyF*ns too?

│ • Not yet. Seller approval probably takes time.

│ • So the bastard is seriously going to monetize having a huge cock.

│ • If your dick is big, you don’t need a job. Women come to you, you fuck them, sell the video, and make money? What the hell is my life?

│ • Upvote if you’re the sucker who’ll buy the full version immediately lol.

│ • How do you not buy it? The people who skip it are the suckers.

│ • Anyone spending money on lesser porn when this exists is the real idiot.

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"The response isn’t bad."

I had uploaded a thirty-second clip of myself fucking Selena to the MonsterCam Guy TwiXter account.

Naturally, I edited it carefully so her face never appeared.

I checked the community reactions on my way to work.

It was not as overwhelming as the day every forum had been flooded with my name, but people were still discussing me.

╭─ [Online Community — Thread]

│ Update on "MonsterCam Guy," who set the internet on fire a few days ago (82

│ comments)

│ MonsterCam Guy opened an OnlyF*ns (5 comments)

│ MonsterCam Guy finally escaped the life of jerking off alone lmao (40 comments)

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Every new discussion of the story gave my TwiXter account free publicity.

A surprising number still had not known I created one.

This would tell them.

My unread DMs were approaching six thousand.

At this rate, if I filtered carefully, I could probably find another worthwhile woman.

When I opened the DM tab, Selena’s conversation appeared first.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ I enjoyed tonight as well. Please get home safely.

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It was an absurdly conventional farewell for someone who had spent the evening having filthy sex and playing outdoors.

Very Selena.

How should I reply?

She used that formal tone, but if I told her to send a nude photograph, wouldn’t she take one immediately?

Should I test her?

"Hmm..."

No.

It might be more entertaining to give her a day without contact and watch her reaction.

Fucking her every day while those enormous breasts bounced would be excellent.

But I also wanted to see Manager Selena growing restless at work because she could not reach me.

I deliberately left her message unread and began reviewing other DMs.

As I read, I noticed several recurring types.

1) Prank accounts.

Men fooling around. I filtered and blocked them immediately.

2) Gay men.

Some hid it. Others openly announced that they were gay and begged me to fuck them.

One claimed his oral skills would satisfy me more than any woman could.

Impressive in its own way.

I blocked them without looking back and washed my face with bleach.

One guy even wanted to fuck me. I reported that one.

3) Sponsorship offers.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Hello. We are an agency connecting selected partners with VIP clients and high-paying sponsors...

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In plain terms, wealthy and influential people had noticed me and were offering money for a meeting.

Apparently, influencers received this kind of message fairly often.

Their willingness to pay after seeing my cock was commendable.

Whether the "VIP clients" would meet my standards was another matter.

If I desperately needed money, I might have considered it. But with an OnlyF*ns launch in preparation, I was not that desperate.

Still, I left the conversations unblocked just in case.

Maybe some beautiful older woman was willing to pay an absurd amount.

4) Impersonators.

They created accounts pretending to be celebrities and asked to meet.

Whenever I searched the account, ninety-nine percent were fake.

One was genuine... but unfortunately overlapped with Type Two.

This person was an actual famous celebrity, and he was into men?

I never would have guessed.

Seeing even someone like that ask me to fuck him demonstrated the power of the MonsterCam Guy brand.

Still, men were out.

I wouldn’t block him, but I hoped he never appeared in my DMs again.

5) Everything else.

A woman claiming to be a queen who wanted to beat my cock.

A lunatic who wanted to watch his wife get fucked by me.

An investigative YouTuber asking for an interview.

Someone who wanted to make a plaster cast of my cock for an exhibition.

Even spam from a supposed Atlantian who claimed to have landed at Airport solely to meet me.

"The world is full of strange people..."

Not that someone trying to become an underground influencer through the size of his cock had much room to criticize.

I continued scrolling.

"Hmm?"

(Deleted)

That was a new type.

The account had sent three messages and then deleted every one.

Had the sender lost their nerve?

But...

"Wait."

The username was @H_M.

Those initials sounded familiar.

***

"Good morning, Manager Selena."

"...Good morning."

Selena returned the greetings from her employees and hurried to her desk.

Her walk was better than yesterday.

Everything else about her was stranger.

In particular, the way she kept studying the people around her made it look as though she was hiding something.

The employees began whispering again.

"Do you think something really happened to Manager Selena?"

"She’s never like this."

"She kept sighing yesterday, and she’s doing it again today."

Selena knew they were talking about her.

But she could not bring herself to confront them.

She was afraid they might have seen the video and were discussing that.

It was really uploaded. A video of me having sex.

She discreetly turned on her phone.

MonsterCam Guy’s social-media account opened on the screen.

The thumbnail of the thirty-second video pinned at the top was almost entirely filled by Selena’s naked body.

╭─ [TwiXter — Video]

│ 283K views · 5.2K reposts · 71K likes · 1.9K comments.

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Two hundred eighty-three thousand people had seen her body.

What do I do...?

Intellectually, she knew the fear was probably groundless.

No one could identify a person from thirty seconds of faceless sex footage.

Still, the smallest possibility left her constantly anxious.

She even began wondering whether the employees whispering nearby were trying to decide if the woman in the video was Selena.

What if someone really finds out?

The thought frightened her.

At the same time...

Her panties began growing wet again.

The pleasure of exposing her own filthy sexual behavior.

The thrill that someone might truly recognize her.

The combination made Selena’s body tremble.

"Good morning, Manager."

"Mm?!"

She looked up in alarm and hurriedly hid the phone screen.

"Ah. Good morning, Ed."

"You look tired again, so I brought you one of these."

Ed placed something on her desk.

Another can of Monster.

"..."

Was he deliberately tormenting her?

"Th-thank you."

"What were you watching?"

"What?"

"You kept looking at something on your phone."

"...I don’t believe that concerns you."

"I overstepped."

She used the authority of her position to dismiss him sharply.

"Instead of chatting, shouldn’t you be preparing for work?"

"Yes, ma’am."

Since she had already raised her voice, she dispersed the other employees who had been discussing her as well.

"Haa..."

The immediate problem was settled.

Her heart continued pounding.

Especially because of Ed.

The way he had said Manager just now sounded familiar.

’Could it be...?’

No. Impossible.

The Cam Guy she had met possessed a certain masculine force.

He gave commands, pressured her, and carried an inexplicable ability to make a woman obey.

Ed, on the other hand... was simply Ed.

There was nothing special about him.

So there was no connection.

Right, Ed?

"Manager Selena, I have a question about today’s work."

Ed approached her desk again carrying some documents.

"What is it?"

Selena looked up, then her gaze stopped.

What...?

"When I write the report using this reference, which items need to be included..."

She no longer heard his explanation.

Her heart beat harder.

Her eyes had fixed on Ed’s pants.

One side, near his thigh, bulged thickly as though he had hidden a large beverage can inside.

That was unmistakably a man’s...

Her pulse raced.

"So I wanted to ask whether there were any additional sections I should include."

"Ah..."

"Manager Selena?"

Selena had forgotten to answer.