Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Lucas sat on the couch with the three girls pressed close around him, eyes fixed on the phone screen.

The livestream had already climbed into the millions, and the chat was moving so fast it was hard to keep up. Gracie’s soft, emotional tone from earlier still lingered in the air, but Lucas wasn’t buying any of it.

He watched her carefully.

Whatever she was doing, it was calculated. She had a talent for pulling people in with that quiet, wounded expression, the kind that made her audience rush to defend her without thinking twice. Millions of people could be moved by it. Lucas, however, remained unconvinced.

He was certain most of what she had said so far was twisted, if not completely false. Still, he couldn’t yet see the full shape of what she was planning.

For now, he set his suspicions aside and kept watching. Whatever direction this was heading, it was clearly about to get worse for someone.

On the screen, Gracie picked up her second phone. She scrolled slowly, her face still carrying that careful, troubled look.

"I saved these," she said quietly. "I didn’t know if I would ever need them... but I felt like I should keep them."

She continued scrolling, letting the silence and her expression do most of the work. The chat reacted instantly.

Chat:

- "oh no what is it"

- "girl take your time"

- "who was harassing you??"

- "I already know it’s some rich old man"

- "protect Gracie at all costs"

Gracie finally stopped on a file. She glanced at the camera again, as if hesitating, then opened it.

"I’ll show you," she said.

She angled the phone toward the camera and played the first video.

The quality wasn’t perfect, but it was clear enough. A middle-aged man appeared on the screen, shirtless, stomach out, sitting on the edge of what looked like a hotel bed. He held the camera at a downward angle, clearly trying to make something look more impressive than it was.

It failed completely.

His cock was small. Not average. Not slightly below average. It was short, thick in a stumpy way, and barely looked fully hard even as he held it between his fingers and moved it around with far too much confidence.

"Come over," Durnik’s voice said in the video. "Stop playing and come take this dick."

The chat froze for half a second.

Then it exploded.

Chat:

- "???????"

- "BRO WHAT IS THAT"

- "I thought my screen was lagging"

- "that’s not a dick that’s a USB port"

- "why is he holding it like it’s dangerous"

- "I’ve seen bigger USB sticks"

- "DELETE THIS FROM MY EYES"

Lucas’s eyebrows rose slightly.

Mia leaned closer, her expression twisting. "What... is that?"

Daisy covered her mouth. "No way."

Debbie squinted at the screen. "Is it still loading or is that the full thing?"

On the livestream, Gracie said nothing. She simply played the next clip.

This one was worse.

Durnik was in a bathroom this time, standing in front of the mirror, recording himself with the same misplaced confidence. He stroked his small cock with short, determined movements, clearly trying to make it look harder than it was. His stomach partially blocked the view, which almost felt like a mercy.

"You’re missing out," he muttered in the video, breathing a little too heavily.

"This could be yours whenever you want."

He kept gooning at the camera like he was proud of the performance, hips shifting slightly, hand moving faster, completely unaware of how ridiculous he looked.

The chat became unhinged.

Chat:

- "HE IS GOONING"

- "why is he looking at it like it’s a trophy"

- "that thing looks tired"

- "not the bathroom lighting exposing him"

- "I can’t breathe"

- "this is actually embarrassing"

- "imagine sending this voluntarily"

Gracie scrolled to another one.

This time it was just photos, one after another. Different angles, different rooms, same problem. In every single picture, Durnik seemed convinced he was offering something valuable. In reality, it looked like he was documenting a crime against confidence.

Some messages were attached under the photos.

"Come to the office."

"Stop ignoring me."

"You’d like it if you tried."

Lucas exhaled slowly through his nose, somewhere between disbelief and secondhand embarrassment.

Mia looked genuinely offended. "That’s smaller than my finger."

Daisy nodded. "Not even the whole finger. Just the tip of it."

Debbie shook her head. "And he was sending these like they were gifts?"

Gracie finally lowered the phone slightly and looked back into the camera. Her expression remained controlled, but there was a faint sharpness underneath it now.

"I kept everything," she said. "Every video. Every picture. Every message."

The chat was pure chaos by this point, a mixture of laughter, disgust, and rage.

Lucas leaned back against the couch, eyes still on the screen. He still didn’t fully understand the history between Gracie and Durnik, or how deep their conflict went. But one thing was becoming very clear.

The two of them were at war.

And right now, Durnik was losing in the most public and humiliating way possible.

Lucas’s mind was already turning.

He didn’t need to know every detail of their past. It was enough to see the crack forming. Gracie had influence, anger, and an audience that was currently laughing at Durnik’s exposed incompetence.

Durnik had power, money, and a rapidly growing embarrassment problem.

That kind of conflict created openings.

Lucas watched the screen for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

He still didn’t trust Gracie.

Everything about her felt calculated. The soft voice, the carefully timed pauses, the wounded expression she wore for the camera ~ none of it struck him as pure honesty.

She was dangerous in her own way, the kind of person who could turn emotions into weapons and point an entire audience wherever she wanted.

But trust was not required here.

What he needed was her attention.

Durnik had already made himself the target of public humiliation. His name, his messages, and his deeply unfortunate videos were spreading across the livestream and beyond it. That kind of damage created instability. And instability was something Lucas knew how to use.

He sat up straighter on the couch, eyes still on the phone as the chat continued to explode with laughter and insults. Mia, Daisy, and Debbie were still focused on the screen, reacting to every new clip, but Lucas’s mind had already moved past the entertainment.

If Gracie was willing to go this far in public, then she was angry enough to keep pushing. And if she kept pushing, Durnik would be forced to react. That reaction could create the exact opening Lucas needed.

He didn’t have to like her.

He didn’t have to believe her.

He only had to make sure she noticed him at the right time.

Lucas leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, watching the stream with a sharper focus than before.

This time, he decided to give the move a shot.

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