Yuki started nodding along to the soothing sound of money dinging more into his account. The only sound he loved to hear. Each "ding" was like a shot of dopamine straight to the brain. His lips curved into that lazy, cocky grin he wore whenever things went his way.
Leaning back against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, he closed his eyes for a second, letting the glorious moment wash over him. "Four million, four hundred and fifty-seven thousand views," he muttered under his breath, tilting his head with pride. "And they didn't just watch… they paid to watch." He chuckled, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.
His body rocked slightly as he kept nodding, this time not to any music, just to the sweet rhythm of money rolling in, like a beat only he could hear. He could almost taste the future—fast cars, new tech, bigger screens, better phones, a mansion maybe. A kingdom, all built on slutty bitch asses and hungry porny viewers.
And then it happened.
