"You got fired again?!"
Jin leaned back on his gaming chair, his eyes glued to the monitor on his desk. He'd spent the entire evening in the same spot, contemplating his situation, and when the thoughts grew heavy in his head, he picked up his white gaming controller and switched on his PC.
"Yeah...," he replied to the voice in his headphones. "This afternoon."
"Nah—Tell me you're joking."
"I'm serious," he sighed into the small mic attached to his headphones, "It was barely two hours ago."
"Come on," the voice said. "They can't do that."
"Well, they just did." Jin tapped the (x) button on his gaming pad repeatedly, his thumb aching slightly from the pressure. "And I can't fight it. It's in the contract."
"Dang it, Jin! I told you to get an agent."
"And I told you, Kyle... I can't afford one. If I could, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place."
Soon after his desktop came to my life, a pop-up notification appeared on Jin's screen.
|New mission. Make the wolf princess cum|
The notification disappeared, replaced by a nude busty female with long white wolf ears. Jin carried on his tapping, the female on his screen moaning in response.
Her soft voice sent a sweet sensation flushing through him. He tapped the console even harder, clacking the keys, until the character let out a loud yelp.
A pop-up notification blinked on his screen.
|Mission Complete: +5 Sex Ability|
"Sorry you lost your role man," Kai said, his voice low and choppy. "Can't believe they did that to you."
"I don't blame them," Jin shifted in his seat, dropping the controller on his desk. "It's my fault. I'm a terrible actor."
"You don't have to put it like that..."
"It's true," Jin cut in, raising his voice. "I've been doing good in other roles, but every time I have to do a... love scene, I just freeze up. It's pathetic. I'm pathetic."
"Not gonna lie, you need help."
Jin sighed, turning his gaze towards the only window in his two-room apartment, his eyes narrow and laden with worry.
For as long as he could remember, he'd dreamed of being an A-list actor and living a life of fame and luxury.
To accomplish his dream, he moved to Tokyo, where he studied and trained for years, mastering the basic acting techniques and methods, hoping that he'd be recognized for his talent alone.
But the real world showed him how naive he was.
Two hundred plus auditions, and he only landed seven roles.
Five of them were minor forgettable ones.
And the three major ones he'd managed to get—eventually fired him. All for the same stupid reason.
Jin was... afraid of women.
"So how you gon pay your rent now?" The voice in his headphones crackled. "You searching for a new role yet?"
"Too late for that. I've been evicted."
"What?!"
A faint beeping sound reached Kai, accompanied by the daunting smell of burnt bacon.
"Fuck," he yelled, jumping out of his seat. He darted into the kitchen and switched off the electric stove, cursing once again under his breath.
He flicked off the lid, a plume of smoke stinging his eyes as he glanced into the black pot of spaghetti leftovers he'd placed on the fire minutes ago.
"Well... There goes my dinner."
"Jin..." Kai's voice crackled again, "You there?"
"I'm here," he replied, closing the pot. "Did you say something?"
"I said, your landlord is an asshole."
"Landlady."
"Whatever man," Kai breathed heavily into the mic, his voice making crackles in Jin's headphones. "How long you got?"
"Till the end of the week."
"Dang it. Where you gon' go now? Got a plan yet?"
Jin grabbed the pot, dropping it again as the hot handles singed his skin. He picked it up once more, muttering a curse, and headed to a corner of the kitchen.
"I'm working on it," he said, then tossed the pot into the trash bin.
*****
The cold, wet winds of Harajuku greeted Jin first as he stepped out of the yellow cab, quickly followed by the musty scent of damp concrete. It had rained in the Shibuya ward, which was a sharp contrast from the clear blue skies over the Shinjuku area, where Jin had come from.
He shut the door behind him and nodded briefly to the driver. Then, clutching a red gift box underneath his arm, he skimmed across the busy street, towards the tall apartment complex, where his girlfriend lived.
As he did so, he splashed his foot in a puddle, staining his black trousers with brown water. But he didn't mind it, 'cause she wouldn't mind it.
All he could think about was her.
Saiko. His beautiful brown-haired girlfriend.
The only woman who made him feel like himself.
The only woman he could touch without shivering in his boots.
He met her during an audition, where she'd noticed his anxiety and given him a few romance acting tips. In exchange, he took her out for dinner.
It was a small beginning to a two–year–long relationship, filled with romantic dates and long walks underneath the city lights.
Jin glanced at the red box. He couldn't wait to give it to her. It was meant to be a bribe to let him stay at her place for a while, but it was something she'd always wanted from him.
As he climbed the stairs to the glass door, he imagined the way her cheeks would flush, and the curt smile that would appear on her face, as she murmured a polite "Thank you so much, Jin. I don't deserve you."
By the time he got to the door, the slight drizzle had already drenched him, forming droplets on his leather jacket. He pushed his way in, then strolled across the ante to the elevators, a warm smile on his face.
Moments later, he was on the third floor, strutting across the hall to Saiko's door. As he approached the white wooden door, he raised his arm to knock, but a quick glance at the doormat brought his movements to a sudden halt.
There were two pairs of boots, outside her door. One of them was two sizes bigger than the other.
That's odd, he thought, Saiko doesn't have any friends.
At least, that's what she told him, and he could remember the exact date when she'd mentioned it to him.
Did Saiko lie?
He dismissed the thought, focusing instead on the gift in his red box.
Raising his arm to knock, he glanced at the door handle, and once again, he noticed something odd.
The door was slightly ajar.
A quick thought popped into his mind.
He decided to surprise her.
He nudged the door open, hoping to find Saiko in her living room, glued to the TV, or in her kitchen making dinner.
But what he found sent shockwaves rattling in his skull.
On the sofa in the living room was Saiko, stark naked, her clothes tossed carelessly on the floor. She was bouncing on another man, who sat beneath her, sucking intently at her small round breasts while squeezing them with a deliberate douceur.
They moved rhythmically, their bodies glistening with sweat in the pale white light. Her arms were wrapped around the man's neck, and with each hump, she let out a delightful moan.
"Ahh—Ahhh—Yes..."
Her moans grew louder with each bounce, reverberating all over the room. She lowered her head briefly and pressed her lips on the man's, sucking intently on them with sheer eagerness.
Jin watched with reddened eyes, his limbs frozen in place. His heart wrenched deep in his chest, like he'd been struck by a bullet.
"Sa..."
He parted his lips to speak, but the words caught in his throat. As he stood there trembling, the red box underneath his arm fell to the floor with a dull thud.
Saiko raised her head, her gaze darting toward the door.
"Jin!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening.
At the sound of his name, something snapped within Jin. Without another word, he turned around and left the room.
"Jin!... Wait! Please!"
Ignoring the yells behind him, Jin walked straight to the elevator. Tapping the down button once, the doors slid open, and he disappeared behind them.
Moments later, Jin found himself marching towards the exit, driven by an unseen force. He had no idea where he was headed, but all he wanted to do was get away from that building.
Closing the doors behind him, Jin skipped down the stairs. An image of Saiko flashed in his mind, and with it, a sharp pang in his chest.
Sweep!
He missed a step.
Jin tumbled down the remaining flight of stairs outside the building. He rolled all the way past the curb and the streetlights, right into the middle of the street.
"Fuck!" he cursed, picking himself up.
He rose to his feet, brushing the wet dirt off his leather jacket, but suddenly a loud horn blared behind him. Stricken with fear, he turned around, and a pair of blinding headlights flashed in his eyes.