An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Let's rewind to evening.

As the sun sets, a brilliant orange-red sunset bathes the entire Dengtashan community in a halo of light.

This is the time when the community is most vibrant with life.

On the street, several teenagers wearing baseball caps were whizzing by on skateboards.

The wheels made a crisp sound as they rubbed against the asphalt road surface.

Beside the neatly trimmed lawn, neighbors strolled leisurely with their Golden Retrievers or Labradors.

In the distance, sprinklers were spraying water mist, which refracted into tiny rainbows in the setting sun.

However, it is completely different from the vibrant and peaceful atmosphere outside.

But in Katie's room on the second floor of Mrs. Hill's house, it felt like another world.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, not a single ray of the setting sun could see in.

The main light in the room was off, with only the faint blue glow emanating from the computer screen on the desk.

This glimmer of light is the only source of light in this dim space.

Because she rarely goes out, Katie was still wearing that cow-patterned cotton nightgown.

The pure cotton fabric has become somewhat deformed due to being washed too many times.

The collar hung loosely, inadvertently revealing a suggestive gap.

Looking through that gap, one can vaguely see a small, beautifully curved, fair, and dazzling semicircle.

It exudes a unique girlish charm, making people want to explore its deeper beauty.

But in the dim fluorescent light, what was most eye-catching was that pair of long, shapely legs casually draped over the chair.

Thanks to years of cheerleading training, Katie's legs are not sickly thin.

Instead, it has a firm yet surprisingly fleshy feel, with smooth lines and perfect curves.

At this moment, with her legs crossed, the voluptuous leg muscles pressed against each other, making them appear even more breathtakingly sensual and alluring.

Looking down, you see small feet with distinct joints yet still fleshy, delicate and slender ankles, and calves as white as newly sprouted lotus roots...

And those knees that seem prone to injury in certain sports...

All the details intertwine to silently tell the story of the beauty of this youthful body.

However, at that moment, Katie was completely unaware of the allure emanating from her entire being.

"How...how could this be..."

Katie stared intently at the computer screen, her plump, well-shaped mouth unconsciously forming an "O" shape.

Under the fluorescent light, his once clear eyes now flickered with unusually complex emotions.

There was an incredible sense of excitement and exhilaration, mixed with a touch of shame and unease.

There was even a strong sense of accomplishment surging within me.

Her gaze was fixed intently on the OF backend data panel.

The number of paid subscribers has officially surpassed 3000.

It's important to understand that this isn't about the number of followers you casually click on on free platforms, nor is it about the insignificant number of video views.

It refers to the actual number of people who subscribe, each paying $29.9 per month in real money.

What made Katie's scalp tingle and even her breath catch in her throat was not just the terrifying number of subscribers in front of her.

Instead, this number increased by an incredible 1000+ in just one day!

That's right, just yesterday, or more precisely, before the release of the latest episode of the cheerleader yoga series video.

The number of subscribers in the backend is only slightly over 2000.

These extra 1000+ subscribers were all drawn in by the latest video.

The latest video is exactly as Lynn predicted.

It's completely exploded!!

Shocked, Katie trembled as she moved the mouse to her profile page.

Sure enough, his latest video was prominently featured in the most popular recommendation section on the homepage.

Looking at the alluring cover she had edited herself, and her own body, which was highlighted to the extreme in the cover.

At that moment, Katie felt as if a tidal wave was surging within her.

The initial sense of shame and moral turmoil gradually faded away in the face of cold yet intense data.

Instead, there is an overflowing sense of accomplishment.

At the deepest level of this sense of accomplishment, an unimaginable, even somewhat morbid, strange and stimulating feeling emerges.

This means that at this very moment, at every moment.

Behind every video, countless bloodshot eyes are staring intently at the person in the video!

Behind this invisible network, she may be faced by a curious woman, a lesbian, or a gay man seeking thrills.

It could be a handsome guy in a high-end Seattle apartment, or it could be a disgusting old white man drooling in the basement!

It could also be Asian, Latino, African, South African, Caribbean, or even West African!

The thought that thousands of people are staring at her body through screens, yet have no idea who is behind the mask...

Katie couldn't help but shudder.

She was horrified to discover that she was beginning to secretly enjoy the feeling of being spied on yet remaining absolutely mysterious.

Lost in thought, Katie almost stumbled upon her own viral video.

When I saw myself in the video, with my face shiny and oily, doing all sorts of extremely embarrassing yoga poses in front of the camera...

Katie shuddered immediately, a wave of intense embarrassment washing over her.

In a panic, my gaze shifted downwards and immediately landed on the comments section.

When I saw the comments that were flooding the screen, I got goosebumps all over.

The screen was flooded with lewd comments from various older white men; you could almost smell the stench of sexual repression and explicit obscenity even through the internet.

"Wow! This pose looks familiar, isn't it from Japan? What series is it? IPX-58?"

"Oh my god! Mom! Please step on me! Please trample me with those feet!"

"This damn fleshy feel, I'd drink my bathwater!"

"..."

In addition, there were also quite a few strange comments typed in Chinese.

"Wow, this blogger is quite influential; their foundation is really solid!"

"With a figure like that, my vocational school really wasn't good enough for her university!"

"Hey blogger, blogger? Can I see your graduation photo?"

"Hey blogger, do you drink a lot of water?"

"Blogger, blogger, I'll know what's good for me when I meet you in person!"

"Amazing! This blogger's figure must be top-notch!"

"..."

"Gulp~"

Katie swallowed hard.

Although she couldn't understand those strange Chinese pinyin abbreviations and obscure puns.

But relying on a woman's intuition and those accompanying lewd emojis...

Even a fool could tell that this was definitely not a nice thing to say!

Katie shook her head vigorously to clear her mind of useless thoughts and switched back to the backend data page.

In just a few short minutes of blank staring, the number of subscribers had already jumped to 3200!

Looking at this shocking number, Katie pursed her lips tightly.

I immediately opened the computer's built-in calculator and started typing on the keyboard with my fingers trembling slightly.

3200 x 29.9!

3200 is the number of subscribers, and 29.9 is the cost per subscriber.

"Snapped!"

As the crisp click of the Enter key echoed in the bedroom, a string of cold numbers instantly appeared on the screen:

【95680】

"this……"

Katie sprang halfway off the chair as if she'd been electrocuted, covering her mouth tightly with both hands.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and leaned closer to the screen, repeatedly checking the position of the decimal point.

Her originally fair face instantly turned bright red, and even her slender neck flushed with excitement.

Not nine thousand, but ninety thousand! More than ninety thousand, nearly one hundred thousand US dollars!

"This...this..."

Katie's breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest heaving violently, causing the white fabric at her neckline to sway wildly.

I had anticipated that the money from over 3,000 subscriptions would be substantial.

But she never dreamed there would be so many!

Even after deducting the platform's exorbitant commission and various other fees, it would still be an unimaginable sum for most people.

Even though, as the person appearing on camera, she was only entitled to 20% of the profits as agreed.

That would easily net you over ten thousand!

Over ten thousand US dollars!

Just two weeks ago, this would have been an astronomical figure that she wouldn't have dared to even imagine.

A monthly income of $10,000? That definitely puts you in the elite white-collar class in Seattle.

It's safe to say that their income already surpasses that of 99% of ordinary people!

And she, a girl who had just come of age, had achieved such success so easily?

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Katie's heart was pounding like a machine, and all the blood in her body was rushing to her head.

The thought of actually receiving over ten thousand US dollars in cash made her unable to calm down.

"breathe……"

After taking several deep breaths of the hot air, Katie managed to suppress the pounding in her heart.

After calming down a bit, a man's face involuntarily appeared in my mind.

It seemed as if she suddenly remembered the image of Lynn holding up her phone, directing her to move her body with that extremely calm gaze.

It seemed as if she was recalling the absurd scene at the stairwell that day.

It seemed as if he was thinking of the secretive and exciting eavesdropping outside Mrs. Hill's room.

Or perhaps... she thought of the special wake-up service she offered herself by going to the attic...

Katie's lips parted slightly, and her eyes gradually became unfocused.

Without realizing it, her long legs, which had been crossed over, became more and more naturally pressed together.

That slight leg-clamping motion seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

The girl's eyelashes trembled immediately.

"Lin..."

Katie couldn't help but bite her lower lip hard, whispering the name that seemed to be engraved in her bones.

She knew better than anyone that without Lynn's devilishly sharp mind, and without the ideas and filming she orchestrated, it would have been impossible.

She's still just a cheap clown who soullessly wiggles her butt in front of the camera, earning less than a few dozen dollars.

The fact that we have achieved this remarkable feat is 99% thanks to Lynn!

As his eyes flashed intensely, the image of Lynn, who always carried a somewhat unfathomable smile, kept growing larger and larger in his mind.

Ultimately, it became like a brand, completely taking over her mind and spirit.

It was at this moment that a long-held idea quickly took root and sprouted in my heart.

And it grew into a towering tree at a speed visible to the naked eye!

That is, at all costs...

We must completely win over Lynn!

It's not just about using your mouth!

……

"Knock knock knock!"

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks on the door rang out in the quiet room.

"Baby, baby? Are you in there? Can I come in?"

Mrs. Hill’s slightly anxious voice came from outside the door.

"what!"

The sudden noise startled Katie, instantly snapping her back to reality from a lingering, tingling sensation.

In a panic, he reached out and turned off the computer screen, plunging the room into complete darkness.

I covered my heaving chest with both hands and took a deep breath to calm myself down.

But the blush on her face didn't seem to have completely faded.

He hastily straightened his loose collar, then cleared his throat and called out to the door, "Of course! The door's unlocked, Mom!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the bedroom door was pushed open.

Mrs. Hill, clutching her car keys and a light coat tucked under her arm, strode in like a gust of wind.

With the light filtering through the corridor, she didn't notice her daughter's unnatural expression and slightly crossed legs.

"Oh my goodness, your stubborn old lady, Grandma, twisted her leg while going down the stairs!"

Mrs. Hill slammed several twenty-dollar bills onto the computer desk as she complained rapidly:

"Your grandfather is senile and can't handle this kind of emergency at all. He keeps calling me, so I have to drive over there quickly to see what's going on."

Mrs. Hill paused here, then turned to leave as she continued:

"I'll most likely be staying there tonight and won't be coming back. I've left some money on the table; order yourself a pizza or go out for something nice. Don't go hungry!"

Just as she stepped out of the door, Mrs. Hill suddenly seemed to remember something extremely important, abruptly stopped, turned around, and gave him a warning:

"Oh, by the way, could you please tell Lynn that I won't be home tonight?"

"And you promised me, you have to be careful of that bitch next door trying to steal my boyfriend!"

Without waiting for Katie's response, Mrs. Hill hurriedly left.

"Okay... I understand..."

Katie opened her mouth, just as she was recovering from that barrage of words, but Mrs. Hill was already gone from the room.

Soon, a series of hurried footsteps came from downstairs.

Then came the dull thud of the door slamming shut.

Then, the sound of the car ignition started outside the window and gradually faded into the distance.

In an instant, the entire two-story building fell into a deathly silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

In the dimly lit room, Katie remained in the same position as before, like a beautiful, petrified sculpture.

"I won't be back tonight..."

Katie murmured those words softly, her voice echoing in the quiet room.

As soon as she uttered those words, Katie's eyes suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

Like two clusters of ghostly flames that have been completely ignited!

In other words.

When night fell, only she and Lynn remained in the house.

This is simply...

This is simply a perfect opportunity given by God!

"There's no better time than today."

Katie pressed her full, red lower lips together forcefully, her eyes completely filled with desire:

"Since that's the case... let's do it today!"

P.S.: In the past, I fought against the Harmonious Beast, but I was no match for it, and the defeat was obvious. It is a pity that all my thousands of words have been cut, leaving me only with regret and sighs.