Infinite Cashback System Novel – Jordan’s apartment reeked. Empty Monster cans littered his desk, week-old pizza festered in its box, and his sheets were turning color. None of it mattered. He lay in that musty bed, phone in left hand, right hand stroking himself slowly. Calypso’s voice poured through his earbuds, low and sultry. “Mmmph… there you go, baby… keep going for mommy…” This personalized video cost three hundred dollars on top of three grand for tomorrow’s meet-up. More than most people’s rent, blown on a girl who didn’t know his face. On screen, Calypso pressed a dildo to her lips. Face blurred, but he could see the blue streak in her hair, her throat, those lush pink lips parting around the silicone with a wet sound. “Mmnh… just like that…” Her tongue dragged up the side. “Haahh… you feel so good… come on, keep going…” Jordan’s hand moved faster.
His phone hand shook. Eyes closed, the memory he’d paid three hundred dollars to forget surfaced. Sunset Love Hotel parking lot. Christmas day. Breath visible in the cold air, hands shaking. Not from the cold. Eliza Hartwell—his girlfriend—in a red dress. Cameron Mitchell’s hand on her back. “He’s just some guy from math class.” That’s what she told Cameron. “We’re dating! I just bought you that Prada bag!” He actually said that out loud in front of a guy who could bench press him. Cameron laughed like Jordan was a harmless baby. Then kissed Eliza right there, holding her jaw in one hand, her ass in the other. Eliza made a sound Jordan had never heard in three months of dating. “Mmm… Cam…” That sound mixed with Calypso’s voice now. “Haaah… you’re doing so well… cum for me…” Jordan’s hand moved faster. Past the point of no return. Cameron pulled back, thumb wiping Eliza’s lip. Looked at Jordan and smirked. “Your girlfriend tastes amazing.
Thanks for paying for our room tonight.” Jordan looked to Eliza for explanation, hope this was a prank. But her eyes held no guilt, no apology. “Jordan, we were never dating and I’m done pretending. Lose my number.” She turned back to Cameron. They walked toward the hotel lobby. Jordan stood in that parking lot for twenty minutes. “Good boy… keep going for mommy… that’s it… haahh…” Calypso moaned through the earbud. On screen, dildo fully in her mouth, head tilted back. “Cum for me.” Jordan came. His body jerked, phone dropping to the floor. The video kept playing—three minutes of aftercare included. The room was quiet except for her voice saying how proud she was of him. Jordan stared at the mess on his hand, the cracked screen, the pizza box, the unopened mail, the textbooks with unbroken spines. “What… the actual…” He didn’t finish. Shit, he was crying. Rock bottom. Nineteen years old, crying after paying a stranger to talk him through jerking off while thinking about a girl who treated him like gum on a shoe. He washed his hands, stood before the bathroom mirror.
The reflection looked exactly how he felt. Bad dye job growing out in patches, dark circles from too many late nights, a face that would apologize first. His phone buzzed. He expected nothing—maybe an Uber Eats code or Discord notification. It was his mom. Susan McKnight, 11:52 PM: Jordan honey, I know things have been hard. I know Dad’s been tough about the allowance, but it’s because he believes in you. He wouldn’t push if he didn’t think you could handle more. He sees something in you that you haven’t seen yet. We both do. We know you’re meant for great things. We love you so much. Get some sleep. Jordan read it twice. His dad had cut his allowance two days ago. Refused to fund his son making himself smaller. Jordan had been pissed. When he complained to Kyle, Kyle hit him with “I told you so.” Jordan hadn’t responded. But now, after this moment, he realized—he was wrong. His parents had built their business from nothing to send him to a school with tuition higher than some countries’ GDP. And he’d blown it all on a girl who called him “some guy from math class.” And thousands more on an OnlyFans model who didn’t know his name.
Cameron might be an asshole and Eliza might be a bitch, but Jordan’s actions put him here—a footnote in their story. Unless he stopped being this pitiful version of himself. His mom said he was meant for greatness. Jordan looked around at the Monster graveyard, the pizza box, the unopened mail, the pristine textbooks. Okay. Then louder: “Okay!” Time to take ownership. Make his parents proud. Make Cameron and Eliza regret Christmas. His phone screen lit up. Not a text notification. A golden-white glow and what looked like a command panel. HOST FOUND TRUE CALLING. INITIALIZING SYSTEM… “What.” SCANNING HOST PROFILE… GOALS DETECTED: Financial Independence Self Improvement Social Ascension Romantic Progression Revenge Arc (noted) FINDING OPTIMAL SYSTEM FOR HOST GOALS… SYSTEM FOUND! CALIBRATING TO HOST… A white loading bar appeared, filling with gold. 1%. 4%. 11%. “This is a glitch,” he said. 19%. The numbers climbed through the twenties, slowed at mid-thirties, jumped again. The phone warmed. 57%. 74%. 94%. 99%. The screen went white.
Then came back. Same phone. Same crack. Same Red Bull stain. But a new interface—soft gradient with gold trim and a logo resolving into focus. A heart with an infinity symbol inside. Below it: WELCOME, JORDAN MCKNIGHT. INFINITE CASHBACK SYSTEM: ACTIVE. “HOLY SHIT I HAVE A SYSTEM!” Like those webnovels Leo sent at 2 AM about losers getting hit by trucks and waking up with floating menus. Wait… am I dead? He looked out his window. Normal scenery. His mess still here. The system wouldn’t bring his baggage, right? The screen returned to normal with a new app—white heart on gold background, infinity sign in the middle. Infinite Cashback System. Does infinite really mean infinite? “Only one way to find out.” Jordan pressed the heart. It dissolved into shimmering lights. A prompt appeared. VERIFY USER IDENTITY FACE ID REQUIRED He held up the phone. The circle turned green. IDENTITY CONFIRMED JORDAN MCKNIGHT AGE: 18 STATUS: ACTIVE USER WELCOME TO YOUR NEW LIFE! The interface expanded into sections. CASHBACK SYSTEM ACTIVE CONNECTIONS Two greyed slots: [EMPTY SLOT]. Lock icon on the second. ACCOUNT SUMMARY Balance: $247 Quest Tickets: 0 Active Quests: 0 [View Transactions] [Quests] [Gacha] How did it know my balance? He tapped [View Transactions]. A new window appeared: SYSTEM GUIDE: HOW IT WORKS. THE INFINITE CASHBACK SYSTEM Your path to wealth is paved with romance. CORE MECHANIC: Spend money on registered women. Receive cashback based on their attraction level. FORMULA: Rebate Percentage = (Attraction Level ÷ 10) × 20% EXAMPLE: At 50% attraction, you receive 100% cashback. Break even. At 75% attraction, you receive 150% cashback. Profit. SLOTS: You have 2 starting slots. Once a woman is registered, the slot is permanent. Choose wisely.
REGISTRATION: Visual contact + conscious intent required. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He had to spend money on women to make money back—based on how much they liked him. The cruelest joke. He’d just spent months doing exactly that on a woman who didn’t give two shits. Eliza had treated him like an ATM, then called him a nobody on Christmas. And now the universe was saying the investment wasn’t the problem—just the wrong choice. Jordan reread the formula. At ten percent attraction, twenty cents back per dollar. Twenty percent discount. But higher tiers: At 50% attraction, you break even. At 75% attraction, you profit fifty percent. At 100% attraction, you double every dollar. One hundred percent attraction? Spend a hundred, get two hundred back. Spend a thousand, get two thousand. Infinite fucking cashback. … The system wasn’t capping it just made him put in the effort. All Jordan needs to do is simply find women who like him, spend money on them, and get back double rewards. Lowkey, it sounds like Jordan is becoming a sugar daddy. But a sugar daddy who made money by spending money sounded a hell of a lot better than sitting in this musty ass apartment eating lukewarm pizza gooning to Calypso. Jordan tapped the main screen and looked at the main screen. So he had two slots immediately available but once he chose a woman to fill that slot there were no take-backs. He couldn’t swap them out for someone with better stats even if he wanted to.
Wait… Where are his stats? In every webnovel Leo had forced him to read, the system always came with some sort of stat screen: Strength, Agility, Intelligence, Charisma, Luck. This was so the protagonist should be able to level up by doing pushups or studying or getting into fights or whatever the plot required. This system has jack shit. Jordan scrolled throughj the interface. There had to be more to this system than that right? He found the Gacha button and tapped it. A new window appeared. GACHA SYSTEM Spend Quest Tickets to unlock rewards! BRONZE GACHA: 10 tickets SILVER GACHA: 50 tickets GOLD GACHA: 100 tickets PLATINUM GACHA: 250 tickets (milestone rewards only) [Insufficient Tickets: 0/10] Jordan backed out and tapped the [Quests] button. The screen changed again. QUEST LOG ACTIVE QUESTS Two items appeared. One was grayed out with a timer next to it. The other was glowing faintly gold. Jordan tapped the gold one first.