Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Lucas stepped out of the bedroom a few minutes later, already changed and looking considerably more awake.

The room had settled down by then.

Mia, Daisy, and Debbie had given him some space. None of them followed him around or bombarded him with questions. They stayed together near the couch, still watching the clip and scrolling through their phones, trying to figure out just how bad things had gotten.

Lucas walked into the living room and glanced at the screen.

He didn’t need to ask.

He already knew who was behind it.

’So that’s the game you’re playing.’

There was only one person Lucas could think of who would have the reach, the money, and the nerve to push something like this.

Durnik.

The owner of TikTok.

His biggest rival.

Lucas had known from the beginning that the moment Switch started growing too quickly, someone would eventually try to put a stop to it. What he hadn’t expected was for Durnik to move this openly.

And now that he had?

Lucas wasn’t thinking about defending Switch.

He was thinking about how to make the bastard regret touching it.

Mia suddenly looked up from her phone.

"Lucas."

Something in her voice made him turn.

"What?"

She held the screen out.

"The numbers."

Lucas walked over.

Mia refreshed the page.

The figure changed.

Then changed again.

She stared at it.

"No way."

Daisy leaned over her shoulder.

"What?"

"Look."

Mia refreshed it again.

The number was still falling.

Just days earlier, Switch had been sitting comfortably above one hundred million downloads. The platform had crossed that milestone so quickly that people were still talking about it.

Now the number displayed on the screen was barely above sixty million.

A drop that enormous should have taken months, maybe years, to happen naturally.

Instead, it had happened in less than two hours.

Mia swallowed.

"Over forty million..."

Her thumb hovered over the screen.

"That’s impossible."

Lucas said nothing.

Mia checked the time.

Her eyes widened.

"Gracie hasn’t even been live for two hours."

That made the room feel smaller.

Lucas stared at the numbers for another moment.

Forty million downloads gone.

In less than two hours.

All because one bitch had opened a livestream and told her audience to walk away.

Gracie Bonn didn’t need to stream every day. She didn’t need to spend hours building an audience from scratch. She could disappear for weeks and still return to a crowd waiting for her.

And when she spoke, people listened.

Apparently, they listened without asking questions, too.

Lucas folded his arms.

’Forty million in two hours.’

A faint smile touched his mouth.

’You’ve got some loyal idiots.’

Mia was still refreshing the page.

"It’s still dropping."

Lucas looked at her.

"Let it."

She stared at him.

"You aren’t worried?"

Lucas gave a quiet laugh.

"Worried?"

He turned away from the phone.

"No."

The answer came so easily that Mia stopped refreshing for a second.

Lucas walked toward the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water, and twisted the cap open.

His mind was already somewhere else.

He wasn’t interested in fighting Gracie.

The person Lucas cared about was the one standing behind the curtain.

Durnik.

There was no reason for anyone else to take such a risk.

Switch wasn’t big enough yet to threaten most major platforms. It wasn’t worth the trouble for ordinary competitors. And no independent streamer had the reach to trigger a collapse of this size.

Durnik was different.

Meanwhile, inside TikTok’s headquarters, Durnik sat behind the glass wall of his corner office, watching the numbers fall.

The dashboard on the monitor refreshed.

Another drop.

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Keep refreshing it."

His secretary stood beside the desk with a tablet in her hands, watching the same numbers.

The download count had been falling for nearly two hours.

Millions at a time.

Every refresh brought another decline.

She couldn’t hide her excitement.

"It’s working," she said.

Durnik’s smile widened.

"Of course it is."

He turned his chair slightly toward the window.

Below them, the city stretched across the afternoon skyline, traffic crawling between towers while sunlight reflected off the glass buildings.

From up there, everything looked small.

Manageable.

Exactly the way Durnik liked it.

His eyes returned to the monitor.

Switch was bleeding users.

He couldn’t bear the pain and the insult. Ever since Lucas had humiliated him, Durnik had been planning how to teach that bastard a lesson. Now his plan had already worked, and it had only taken two hours.

The numbers on the screen kept falling. Every refresh showed another sharp drop. A satisfied, ugly smile spread across Durnik’s face.

He reached over and gave Lena a firm spank on her ass. The sharp sound echoed lightly in the office.

"Just wait until tomorrow," he said with an evil smile. "Let’s see if they even have fifty users left."

He grabbed her by the waist and dragged her onto his lap. Lena gasped as she landed on him. Without wasting time, Durnik shoved his trousers down just enough to free his cock. He pulled her panties to the side, lined himself up, and pushed into her pussy in one rough thrust.

"Ahh—!" Lena moaned, her hands gripping the armrests of his chair as he filled her.

Durnik started thrusting upward hard, holding her hips so she couldn’t pull away. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her filled the quiet office. He kept one eye on the monitor, watching Switch’s numbers continue to collapse while he fucked her.

"That’s it," he muttered, voice low and pleased. "Take it while I watch that platform burn."

Lena bit her lip, bouncing on his lap as he kept driving into her from below, the chair creaking under them.

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Back at the Airbnb Gracie was staying in, she had already finished her part of the job. The livestream was over. The damage was done. Now she was just waiting for her payment.

Durnik had promised her the money the moment the job was finished. But the old bastard wasn’t picking up her calls.

She called the first time.

No answer.

She called the second time.

Still no response.

This was the third time.

Nothing.

Gracie slowly lowered the phone. A cold, evil little laugh slipped from her lips.

"So this old bastard is playing with me..."

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the screen. She had done exactly what he asked. She had used her entire audience to tank Switch’s numbers in under two hours. And now he was ignoring her.

A dangerous smile curled across her face.

If Durnik thought he could use her and then ghost her, he was about to learn a very expensive lesson.

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