My wife was hot. The face of an angel, and the body of a succubus—that kind of hot. She started doing swimsuit modeling online and made hundreds of thousands every month.

But therein lay a problem for me.

Because I found out that the company Victoria's working with was doing more than just selling swimsuits.

I met Victoria when we both worked at a production factory in Euon.

She was the most beautiful woman in the entire place. About a thousand male workers were employed there, and more than two-thirds of us had a crush on her. She always had suitors, yet she chose me.

She told me she had decided it would be me the moment she laid eyes on me. The words warmed my heart so much that I swore I would treat her right for the rest of our lives together.

I tried damn hard to keep that promise. I quit my job as a factory worker and became the most hardworking, most efficient express courier in the city, all so I could earn more money and give our family a better life.

Victoria quit her job to become a full-time mother. Once our sweet little Martin grew old enough to attend preschool, she began to feel bored with life at home. She decided to try working as a product influencer.

Victoria had always been exceptionally beautiful. My old colleagues at the factory had not called her "The House Bunny" for nothing. She had both the looks and the figure. No brand could have asked for more.

At first, Victoria promoted cosmetics. She gained a little fame and soon attracted the attention of several swimsuit companies. They told her she was too beautiful to limit herself to cosmetics, and they eventually talked her into modeling swimsuits. They also promised high commission rates.

And Victoria? She was so charmed by the idea that she agreed before even asking me. By the time I found out, she had already been doing it for several days.

Most influencers used mannequins. My wife, however, insisted on modeling the swimsuits herself.

We fought about it that day.

"Enough of this, Nolan! Can't you just trust me on this? They're just swimsuits! You don't think everyone at the pool in swimwear is basically naked, do you?" she shouted.

"Look at yourself! How many years has it been since you promised we'd live well? What happened to that?

"Our home is barely bigger than a box. Our neighborhood is terrible. There isn't a single good school for our boy, let alone a cram school! When are we ever getting out of this life with you delivering parcels every day? When is our son finally going to get a proper head start among his peers?"

God, she knew exactly where to strike. I already knew why I had ended up stuck in factory work. I had done poorly on my SATs and ended up studying at a diploma mill. After graduation, a factory job was the best I could get. Did she really have to bring that up?

Victoria tugged on my hand and said softly, "Look, how about a compromise. I'll only wear the more conservative designs and stay away from the sexier ones. I'll even mask my face so no one knows it's me online, okay?"

I genuinely felt bad that a woman as beautiful as Victoria had to live such a hard life with me, despite all my promises. It hurt to know she had to work as an influencer just to earn more money for our family.

I told myself I would work even harder. In the end, we reached an agreement.

Victoria immediately bought a full set of recording and filming equipment and turned our spare room into a makeshift studio. She did not understand the entire process during her first few days, but after some trial and error she got the hang of it.

A few days later, she managed to sell a dozen swimsuits and earned several hundred dollars.

She was overjoyed. She took Martin and me on a shopping trip and bought our son a pile of new toys.

The success made her even more enthusiastic. The sight of real cash motivated her. She began contacting several swimsuit companies to request more samples.

I did not like what eventually filled her recording closet. Some of the swimsuits were so revealing that they left almost nothing to the imagination.

"I thought you said you were only going to promote decent swimsuits for decent women. Not these shameless pinup outfits!" I said.

Victoria replied boldly, "God, tell me you don't know a damn thing about internet marketing without telling me you don't know. There are so many places to buy these swimsuits nowadays that you have to ask yourself, why would anyone come to you?

"Besides, how much money can you even make from sales? I have to do something more interesting to get people to click and tip like crazy. Selling swimsuits is just a side thing. The real money comes from their tips."

Yes. My expression darkened immediately. Did she just admit that she was showing her bodacious figure to every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the internet for money?

"That's it. I've had enough of this influencer business. Quit that job and join me at FedEx tomorrow. We're looking for a clerk, and you can take the position," I said, putting my foot down.

I was not going to let her keep doing this until something disgraceful happened. "My mom can take care of Martin while we're at work."

"A clerk? Seriously? I'd work my back off just to collect a paycheck of a few hundred dollars. No way. No offense to your job, but what you've been making doesn't compare to what I make," she sneered.

I was stunned. Victoria had always been soft-spoken until today.

I knew what this influencer business was like, believe me. Unemployed losers followed them so they could watch pretty girls do pretty things for free. How many of them had the money to tip every influencer they liked, let alone tip her multiple times?

I snorted. "Get over yourself. Did you forget my reputation as the 'King of Express Delivery'? I can make about 1,500 dollars a month. If we save some disposable income for a few months, we can still afford a place near a good public school.

"I don't need you working a job that exposes you like that for a few hundred bucks. We don't need that, Vicky."

Victoria pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it onto the table. "A few hundred dollars? Oh my God. You're naive. I made 3,000 dollars in one afternoon, Nolan. Take a good look."

It was mind-boggling. I could work my ass off all month and make at most 1,700 dollars, yet Victoria had earned this much in a single afternoon.

She sneered, "I knew it. You're so behind the times you didn't even know. The audience doesn't care how good the swimsuits look on them. They want to see how good they look on me. If an influencer is eye candy and doesn't mind showing some skin, rich men will spend their money on her.

"You think everyone online is as broke as you are, don't you? Tsk. My audience is full of rich people. They have everything except amusement, and I'm there to fill that gap. Do well, and the tips you get will leave you jaw-dropped."

My jaw already felt close to that point. I stared at her, completely stunned.

She snorted. "You really think you can buy us a house and send Martin to a good school as a deliveryman? Do you think you'll be able to afford private school or college? Trust me, you'll need my job just to make ends meet."

Her words hurt, but she was right. I had been naive.

My paycheck was decent, but it would never cover anything beyond a shoestring budget. My family was nothing special either. I could not ask them for help. Staying afloat in this city had already been difficult. Buying a home and sending Martin to private schools would cost far more.

I hated everything about her argument, but I had to admit she had a point.

Besides… should I really be mad? Victoria might wear something too revealing, but at least she only wore it at home. She was not going out to meet other men, was she? And she wore a mask. No one could tell it was her.

Other men's wives might not even have the figure for this kind of work, but mine did. Mine really was that good.

At least, that was what I told myself to feel a little better as I reluctantly resigned myself to a tense agreement.

Until I saw the "tool" she bought.

Victoria had bought thongs and bikinis as part of her influencer wardrobe. How was that any different from being naked? What the hell did she think she was doing?

I could be the most forward-thinking, open-minded husband in the world and still not approve of this. My incredibly irresistible wife in gear like that would give me a hard-on, and I was already used to seeing her naked. There was no way any hot-blooded straight man could look at her and not feel the same. We all knew that perverts already made up most of the audience.

I waited until Victoria returned from her walk, then threw all the outfits at her. "What the hell, Victoria? How the hell are you going to explain this?"

She picked the clothes up from the floor and scowled at me. "You touched my things without permission! And what do you mean, 'explain this'? I bought all of these to improve my popularity, Nolan. I'm doing my best to raise my influencer profile so I can make more money for us."

I had no problem with her earning money on her own, but I would not allow her to cross my line. The thought of my wife parading herself in front of a camera in that kind of outfit for an audience of horny bastards was too much. It felt humiliating. Insulting. I would never want money my wife earned by straddling the line between softcore porn and legitimate marketing.

"I don't care if it rakes in millions of dollars. I don't want you looking like that on camera. At this rate, I'll break your equipment and throw it out of my house," I retorted.

Victoria suddenly tugged on my arm. "Why are you mad about this, Nolan?"

She breathed into my ear. "Did you really think this was for the audience? No. Not at all. My clients sent these new samples, yes, but they were always meant for you."

She looked up at me with wide doe eyes and fluttering lashes. I felt my rage drain away as something else began to course through my veins.

"You've always complained that we've lost some passion, Nolan. Why else do you think I got these, you ungrateful boy?" she purred.

She picked up a thong and a bikini and sashayed toward our bedroom. She turned and winked. "Coming?"

My resolve faltered. I sprinted after her into the bedroom.

…

My beautiful Victoria lay against my chest while we caught our breaths.

She said softly, "I'm making so much money with this. At this rate, we could buy a new home by the end of the year… or even get you a better car. Isn't that exciting?

"I need your support on this, Nolan. I really do. Your approval and encouragement mean a lot to me. No woman wants to sell a little skin for men to ogle just for money. Believe me. I'm only doing it for you and our son.

"I know you feel bad about making me take a job like this. But I promise you, once we finally have enough to live comfortably, I'll quit for good. Sounds good?"

She craned her neck and kissed my cheek. "Be patient, my love. Soon, we'll live in a big house, and you'll be driving a really good car. I love you so much. I want to make it happen for you."

My wife had been with me for so long. She had always been devoted to me. This job was no different.

Tears welled in my eyes. "Okay, but we need to set some rules. You can't wear anything too revealing, all right? Like what you're wearing right now. These are for my eyes only."

She looked overjoyed. "Okey-dokey, honey. I always meant them to be just for you, after all."

And so her business continued.