The city buzzed with neon light, humming like a lover's whisper beneath the surface of steel and sweat. Kenji sat shirtless on the penthouse balcony, the skyline glittering in his periphery while his mind drifted further than the lights could reach.
He was alive.
Not just breathing—truly alive.
This world, as ridiculous and surreal as it seemed, gave him something the old one never offered: direction. In his past life, Kane had drifted aimlessly between gang fights, grimy rooftops, and cheap women who wanted nothing but a wild night. Now?
Every woman he slept with brought him closer to a tangible goal. Fame. Power. Dominance. The world didn't want him to repent. It wanted him to fuck.
And he was damn good at it.
His phone buzzed again. Yumi, his ever-stern manager, had sent a short message:
"Be ready by 10 a.m. Sharp. New collaboration. High profile."
He didn't need more details. He was already excited.
---
The next morning, Kenji arrived at Lunar Studios, a tall building nestled between a luxury fashion house and a gourmet bakery. From the outside, it looked like any other office space—glass panels, sleek designs, neutral tones. But inside? It was a playground.
Walls of seductive posters. Women and men in loose robes or tight latex walked freely, laughing, stretching, sipping protein shakes as they reviewed scripts thicker than film manuals.
Everything was sensual.
Even the way the receptionist crossed her legs.
Kenji followed Yumi down the hallway, eyes drifting lazily. She walked ahead with her usual no-nonsense grace, clipboard in hand, heels clicking like a metronome to his growing hunger.
"You're not here to flirt," she said without looking back.
"Can't help it if they stare first," he replied.
"They're not staring at you, Kenji. They're calculating."
She opened a door and gestured him inside. "And in this industry, calculation beats charm."
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The set resembled a luxury classroom.
Polished wooden floors, tall windows with fake sunlight spilling through sheer curtains, desks arranged in a perfect semi-circle. The scene was clear—some kind of erotic school drama, probably idol-themed.
A man leaned on the director's chair, tall, smug, perfectly styled. His jawline was sharp, his frame lean, and his eyes gleamed with a mixture of boredom and disdain.
Kaito Ren.
Kenji recognized him instantly. The system had briefed him last night.
Top Male Porn Idol. 5 Years in the Business. Over 4 Million Followers.
Known for: Soft Dominance, Fanservice, Endurance Record Holder.
Current Title: "Prince of Pleasure."
The man who sat at the top.
Kaito looked at Kenji like one might look at an ant crawling onto their shoe. "So this is the newbie?"
Yumi replied, expression flat. "Kenji Arata. Your co-star for today's scene."
Kaito chuckled, slow and dismissive. "I hope you can keep up. The girls expect a certain… rhythm from me."
Kenji didn't rise to the bait.
Instead, he walked past him, pulled off his shirt, and dropped it on the director's chair. "Keep up? Nah. I'll take the lead."
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The female co-stars arrived shortly after.
Two of them.
The first—Ayaka Hoshino—was a bombshell. Full lips, heavy curves, long black hair tied in twin braids. She radiated the energy of a confident, insatiable woman who could chew men up and spit them out with a smile.
The second—Chika Amemiya—was the opposite. Petite, cute, soft-voiced, with innocent eyes that gleamed with hidden desire. The perfect contrast.
The scene was simple:
"Dual Idol Training Session."
The two male idols—Kenji and Kaito—playfully "compete" to win the favor of their female fans during a practice session. What starts as a flirtatious dance rehearsal turns into a steamy foursome.
But beneath the lights and scripted lines, Kenji could feel something else brewing.
Tension.
The cameras rolled.
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The cameras rolled. The lights softened. Music played in the background—some bubblegum pop beat meant to match the idol aesthetic of the scene.
Kaito started first.
He approached Ayaka with that practiced charm he was famous for, brushing her braid behind her shoulder, kissing the curve of her neck. She giggled on cue, tilted her head as if she'd never felt a man's touch. It was fake. Polished. The kind of tease that only barely aroused the camera.
Kenji watched from the side, arms folded, eyes sharp.
When Chika stepped forward, all wide eyes and shyness, Kaito shifted toward her, cradling her waist. But before he could lean in—
Kenji moved.
He stepped forward with the ease of a predator who had smelled blood in the air. His hand found Chika's wrist first—soft, slender, trembling under his grip.
She gasped, and he leaned in close, whispering, "You're nervous."
She nodded, breath catching.
"Don't worry," he said, lips grazing her earlobe, voice low and liquid, "I'll ruin you gently."
The words sent a visible shiver down her spine.
He turned her around slowly, sliding his hand down her back, guiding her body until she was bent slightly over the desk. His palm pressed into the small of her back, pinning her in place—not forcefully, but decisively. Like she was his. Like she was waiting for this.
His other hand slid beneath her short skirt, pushing it up inch by inch. The camera zoomed in as he exposed the soft curve of her ass, the delicate fabric of her lace panties already damp.
Chika whimpered, her thighs pressing together, but Kenji parted them with a single, firm knee between hers.
She was melting.
He leaned down and whispered into her neck, "You're already this wet, and I've barely touched you. What'll happen when I actually fuck you?"
Then he slid her panties aside with two fingers, trailing the pad of his thumb along her soaked slit. Her hips jerked, breath hitching as his touch teased her entrance without entering.
The system chimed in his head.
[Partner Arousal: 91%]
[Chika's Weak Spot Identified – Inner Walls: 2nd Curve]
Good.
He stood up and unzipped his pants in one motion. The sound of the zipper alone made Ayaka turn away from Kaito mid-moan. Her eyes widened when she saw Kenji's cock—thick, veined, already hard and angled upward like it was born for this.
He didn't waste time.
Kenji lined himself up behind Chika, his cock brushing against her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal.
"You ready?" he asked.
She didn't answer. She just nodded, face flushed and eyes hazy.
He pushed in slowly at first, watching her body stretch to take him inch by inch. Chika let out a low, desperate moan as he filled her completely. The sound wasn't acted—it was pure, raw response.
The moment he bottomed out, Kenji leaned over her back and whispered:
"Remember this feeling. I'm the first man to fuck you properly on camera."
Then he moved.
Long, deep thrusts—slow at first, deliberate. Each stroke was meant to imprint on her body. To remind her she was under him. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, mouth open in a silent scream.
The camera caught every inch of it—the way her thighs shook, the way her ass bounced against his hips, the way her voice broke every time he angled upward and hit her weak spot.
[Performance Grade: A+]
[Stimulation Zone Optimized – Inner Curve Hit Rate: 93%]
"Kenji…" she whimpered.
He pulled her back by the braid, lips brushing her ear again. "Say it louder."
"K-Kenji!" she cried out.
Ayaka, left abandoned by Kaito's soft play, moved behind them—eyes locked on the way Kenji claimed her co-star. She looked starved.
Kenji glanced back and crooked a finger at her.
"Your turn."
Ayaka smirked and straddled the desk in front of Chika, facing her. She reached forward, kissing Chika as she moaned into Kenji's thrusts. Her hand snaked between the girl's legs to rub her clit while Kenji kept pounding her from behind.
Then Ayaka looked at Kenji.
"Fuck me too."
He didn't hesitate.
With Chika still moaning beneath him, Kenji slid out of her soaked cunt and moved to Ayaka. He yanked her panties down and positioned himself between her thighs. She was already dripping wet—just from watching.
He lifted one of her legs, angled her open, and slid inside without a word.
Ayaka threw her head back, her voice deep and full-bodied. "Yes—deeper!"
He gave her exactly that.
His rhythm shifted—harder, faster, hips slamming against hers with purpose. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard and flushed, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure overtook her.
And just as Chika collapsed to the desk in a daze, Kenji pulled Ayaka down on top of her, turning the scene into a tangle of limbs and lust.
He positioned himself behind both girls now, cock sliding between their bodies, alternating between the two holes like a beast with too many desires and no limits.
Sweat dripped from his chest. His breath came in deep, controlled bursts. But his pace never faltered. He wasn't acting.
This was hunger.
This was domination.
He came inside Chika first, filling her to the brim while she moaned like a siren. Then Ayaka, after flipping her around and making her ride him until she screamed his name and collapsed on his chest.
By the time the cameras stopped, both girls were limp, legs trembling, bodies coated in sweat and cum. Kaito stood by the edge of the set, jaw tight, expression unreadable.
But everyone else in the studio knew:
A new beast had arrived.
---
Later, in the dressing room, Kenji scrolled through the fan forum while sipping an energy drink.
[#BeastKenji trending]
"Who is this guy?? That intensity???"
"Kaito who?!"
"The way he handled both of them… I need more!"
He didn't smile. Didn't gloat.
He expected this.
It wasn't about arrogance. It was natural.
He was built to dominate—whether it was the streets or between the sheets.
Yumi walked in, phone in hand. "You broke 100,000 followers in under an hour."
He raised a brow. "That fast?"
"You're a storm. A raw one. People like storms."
She sat across from him, legs crossed, clipboard gone. This time, her voice softened.
"But storms burn out if they don't learn to direct their power."
Kenji leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "Then give me direction."
She looked him in the eye. For a moment, something passed between them—an unspoken challenge. A silent promise.
"I'll make you number one," she said.
Kenji stood. "No."
She frowned. "No?"
He walked past her, pulled his jacket on, and glanced back.
"I'll make me number one."