Chapter 8
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A brief interlude wouldn't alter the reality.
After Jared returned to school on a weekend night, I pondered whether I should pick up a side job to supplement my modest income.
I started browsing through videos, hoping to find some inspiration.
Suddenly, I noticed a familiar account had followed mine. Surprised, I flung my phone onto the bed.
This blogger, known for posting various angles of his abs, was one of the many handsome men I followed. I often drooled over these videos.
It struck me as odd that he had suddenly followed my profile.
'Could it be a mistake?' I wondered.
Curiously, I began scrolling through his profile, noting that each of his videos garnered at least 100 thousand likes.
People clearly enjoyed this type of content, and it seemed these bloggers probably earned a decent living from it.
As I scrolled, thoughts of Jared crept in. He bore a striking resemblance to the guy in the videos, thanks to his impressive physique.
Prompted by this, I walked over to the mirror and tried a few poses myself.
Honestly, my figure was pretty good. The curves were all in the right places.
I slipped on a shirt, flaunted my abs, and then pulled on a pair of black stockings.
Snapping a photo from a low angle, I was amazed by how stunning it looked. Pairing it with some catchy music, I promptly uploaded it online.
Almost immediately after posting, Rachel commented, 'Wow!'
Soon, my phone started buzzing non-stop with notifications.
Clearly, this type of content was popular.
Without dwelling on it, I closed the app.
The next morning, I opened the app with high hopes of having gone viral overnight. Instead, I was stunned to find a notification that my video had violated community guidelines.
Frustration washed over me as I read the message.
The internet was rife with far more questionable content, yet it was my relatively tame video that got flagged.
It was a pity, though. I was in deep thought as I looked at the countless likes and comments. I couldn't help but wonder if wealth was just not in my destiny.
Then, something astonishing happened.
The male blogger I had followed transferred 20,000 to my account.
Although I wanted to be rich all of a sudden, I would still be wary as to where the money came from.
I messaged him, 'What is the meaning of this?'
'Don't post things like that anymore. It's an eyesore,' he replied.
His words left me speechless.
'Stop sticking your nose into someone else's business. Take back your filthy money and get lost!' I fired back and blocked him, dismayed by the realization of the kind of people I had been following.
At the same time, it was a shame that I had lost a handsome guy from my list.
Still, the video seemed to have gotten me some business opportunities as some advertisers reached out to me for collaborations.
However, I wasn't satisfied with the content they proposed. I tried taking more photos with a sexy edge, yet each post was frustratingly deleted.
I wondered if the reviewer was out to get me.
Exhausted by the ordeal, I checked my savings and realized I needed to work harder. I decided to shelf my dreams of making money online and returned to the grind of reality.
Time blurred into weeks, and I barely noticed until Rachel messaged me, asking for help at her brother's graduation ceremony.
I bought a bouquet and made my way to the school.
When his classmates saw me, they excitedly asked him, "Is this your sister too? She's so pretty!"
