Harry watched with amusent as the comnt section erupted with people fawning over him.
He watched Nancy's tear-filled eyes and her constant expressions of gratitude—and he kept sending gifts.
This feeling—having everyone's attention, spending huge sums of money, and making the female strear so happy she cried—was fucking amazing.
The only downside? It was exhausting.
TheFlirtyKitten: This whale just dropped so many gifts on Nancy—does he want to seduce her?
: Spending that much? You better be taking her out to dinner at least, right?
: Sis Nancy, this big bro just showered you in gifts—a simple "thank you" isn't enough. You gotta treat him to a al!
: If a guy gifted that much, forget dinner—I'd sleep with him!
: For real, that's gotta be hundreds of thousands. Nancy, you have to thank him in person!
…
The chat instantly turned into a frenzy. So fans were just stirring the pot, while others deliberately mocked Samuel.
WanderingGhost: Samuel's worth hundreds of million but only dropped a few thousand. This guy just threw down tens of thousands. If it were , I'd throw myself at him.
ThunderFlower: Is this big bro trying to steal Nancy from Samuel? This is about to get juicy.
…
Watching the heated debate and Nancy's flustered attempts to calm things down, Harry smirked—his pride swelling.
YouHaborry: You've all got it wrong. I did have a reason for gifting Nancy, but it's not what you think. I just have one small request…
: What request? You want Nancy to be your girlfriend?
FeministGuardian: Ugh, all n are the sa. Thinks money = sex, right?
: No way! Nancy belongs to Wendy! Nancy's a lesbian! Unless YouHaborry's a woman, we object!
: Object? With that kind of money? If you've got a problem, match his gifts first!
StraightManLogic: With that much cash, he could date dozens of strears. Isn't his sincerity enough? Or is Nancy just playing hard to get?
DeepThoughts: "Date dozens of strears"? Wow, way to expose yourself as a misogynist. You think this is buying prostitutes?
…
YouHaborry: You're all misunderstanding. My request is simple: I just want Nancy to stop crying and smile for everyone. If she's happy, I'm happy. That's all.
Samuel has left the livestream.
Just as Harry was about to keep taunting Samuel, the man actually dipped.
: Wait, Samuel left? Master YouHaborry provoked him, and he just ran?
DeepThoughts: LMAO! Samuel got scared off!
: Isn't this Samuel's usual MO? I thought we were about to see a gift war!
ILoveSamuel: Scared? Of what? Samuel's above this nonsense! He just didn't wanna waste ti on so nobody!
: Keep sucking up. Does Samuel even know you exist?
: Samuel folded fast. Guess those bankruptcy rumors are true.
: Who is YouHaborry? Jack Ma's secret son?
EarlyBirdGetsShot: Or maybe Elon in disguise?
Elon Ma: @EarlyBirdGetsShot Hello i am Elon Ma
…
Seeing Samuel bail, Nancy finally relaxed, her tense face breaking into a smile. She quickly steered the chat away. "Okay, okay! Let's not talk about this anymore! Change of topic!"
LiuYe: Nancy's smiling! She's so pretty when she smiles!
Doudou: Gorgeous! ~~Finally, Nancy's happy again! ~~
…
Harry watched Nancy's sweet smile on-screen, a wicked grin curling his lips.
After typing, "Seeing Nancy smile made my day," he exited the stream.
The mont he left, his TikTok notifications exploded.
DMs, follows, likes—all flooding in like crazy.
PrettyAsAFlower: Bro YouHaborry, I followed you! Follow back?
GlamourQueen: YouHaborry, I admire you! Can I add your WhatsApp?
: YouHaborry, I'm a fan! Let's chat!
: Bro, I'm a strear too! Wanna check out my livestream? 8 PM tonight!
…
Harry skimd the ssages—all from won trying to flirt with him.
These small-ti strears had zero sha. They'd do anything for clout and cash.
He clicked on a few profiles. So were actually decent-looking—sultry dance clips, suggestive poses.
But TikTok's beauty filters were brutal. Half these girls probably looked nothing like their videos IRL.
Harry ignored them and checked his own profile.
Holy shit.
In minutes, he'd gone from 3 followers to over 10,000.
His one random scenery video? 20,000 likes.
"Damn, I'm basically a micro-celebrity now," Harry muttered, scrolling through the comnts—mostly simping from female fans and small strears.
"You think I'm gonna gift you just because you suck up? Dream on. My money doesn't grow on trees." He scoffed. "If Nancy wasn't worth 10 mil, I wouldn't have spent a cent."
Still, he ached a little—old habits die hard.
Then he spotted a curvy strear's profile. Wasp waist, peach ass, big tits, long legs. Her dance clips were hypnotic.
A dark thought crept in.
I've heard rich guys treat TikTok like a dating app. Throw cash, get laid. 80% success rate.
So authors in his circle bragged about it—dropping 100k just to bang a D-list strear.
Harry never got it before.
Now?
Oh, I get it.
The thrill of picking a girl like shopping online? Powerful.
Especially the idea of fucking a strear mid-broadcast while her simps watch, clueless.
Tens of thousands for an internet celeb? Not a bad deal.
He followed a few eye-catching strears.
Then—a DM notification.
iiiis (Nancy): Bro YouHaborry… thank you. Today ant everything.
YouHaborry: Just happy to see you smile. Don't worry—I've got your back. Samuel's nothing.
The highest level of simping?
Make them think you're not simping.
Nancy, a mid-tier strear, had hordes of simps—even billionaires like Samuel licked her boots.
So Harry's play?
Subtle. Classy.
Let her co to him.
iiiis (Nancy): I'm so touched. Where are you from? I need to treat you to dinner.
"Taken the bait!" Harry's mouth curled up slightly. Nancy took the initiative to ask him out, which ant she had taken the bait.
However, a god-tier gifter naturally wouldn't lower himself so easily.
Harry planned to maintain an air of mystery, giving Nancy one final grand surprise before sweeping her off her feet in one fell swoop!
YouHaborry: No need to thank —it's nothing. I just want to watch your streams quietly and see you happy every day.
Nancy: Brother, please don't be like this. The more you act this way, the more I want to et you. You feel just like a real brother to .
YouHaborry: Then treat as your real brother. I'll protect and care for you from the shadows. Stay happy—I'll always have your back.
Nancy: Then, brother, please add on WhatsApp! Give your number so I can contact you!
YouHaborry: No need, let's just chat here. It's fine. [smiling emoji]
Harry's calm, indifferent responses and his invisible sweetness only deepened Nancy's curiosity and admiration.
In the past, fans would grovel for her attention, begging for dates—all of whom she rejected without hesitation.
Even when Samuel asked her out, she turned him down firmly.
But this ti?
For the first ti ever, Nancy felt the urge to ask a fan to et—only to be rejected outright!
He wouldn't even give her his WhatsApp or phone number!
This drove Nancy, stubborn and competitive by nature, into a frenzy of curiosity. Who was this YouHaborry? Why was he so aloof?
In Clara's room, Nancy clutched her phone, muttering to herself:
"Who is this person?!"
"Why won't he even add on WhatsApp?!"
"Why so mysterious? Am I not attractive enough?!"
"I've never t anyone like this before!"
Clara, watching Nancy's flustered, blushing state, smirked teasingly.
"Nancy, looks like you've fallen hard! You're acting like a girl head over heels for so guy she can't have! I thought you were a lesbian—since when do you crush on n?"
"Shut up! I don't! I just see him as a brother! Brother YouHaborry is so kind, like family! I can tell—his care for is pure, with no ulterior motives! He's the most genuine person I've ever t!"
Nancy's eyes sparkled with naive infatuation. "Besides, how do you know YouHaborry is even a man? Maybe it's a beautiful woman!"
"His profile says 'male.'" Clara rolled her eyes. "He showered you with gifts—of course he wants sothing. Pure and innocent? Please. All n are the sa."
"No, no, no! He's different! So many n chase , online and offline, but none feel like him! He's like... a warm spring breeze, giving this pure, familial comfort!" Nancy stood up, determined. "I have to find him! I need to know who he is! I'll ask my TikTok contacts to track him down!"
"Wow, are you seriously in love with this YouHaborry? What if he's so creepy old man?" Clara teased.
"Impossible! I bet he's super handso!" Nancy's face flushed red, her imagination running wild about the mysterious YouHaborry.
anwhile, Harry—the mastermind behind this live-streaming frenzy—had already closed TikTok and was scrolling through unread WhatsApp ssages.
Sally (Angela's mom): Harry, I thought about it all night. What we did makes feel guilty toward my husband. It's wrong—a sin. Let's end this peacefully. From now on, I want to be a good wife and mother again. I'm sorry. Please delete .
Harry smirked.
If that's how she wanted it, fine.
Truthfully, Harry felt he'd gone too far.
Ending it was for the best.
Sally had a loving husband, a sweet daughter, a warm family.
Ruining that wouldn't just tarnish his reputation—it'd weigh on his conscience.
Still, he'd miss her.
So many untested BDSM techniques… wasted.
Harry: I respect your choice. No need to delete —I won't bother you. But if you ever miss , I'll be here. Just call.
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