"Ahhh put it in me!" A slutry moan escaped the mouth of a petite woman, her ass was big and her boobs were medium shaped just the way he liked it.
The woman turned to look at him with a lust filled expression, her tounge was outside her mouth and her face with pure desire.
"Beg for it bitch!" The man behind her grunted smacking her ass, making her moan in a very erotic manner that I could have sword would make some men climax.
The woman having been smacked didn't seem bothered rather she seemed to enjoy it even further as her pussy shivered with joy.
"Please put it in me daddy!" She begged with her tounge hanging out and a slutty expression on her face.
The man didn't waste any more time as he placed his dick in her hole and plunged it in making her shriek in pleasure already having orgasms.
"OH MY GHAWD!" She screamed in intense pleasure with her eyes rolling up, hearing this the man couldn't help but grunt at how tight her pussy was feeling.
Undeniably if he wasn't a professional at this, from the moment he stuck his dick he would have already cummed in her. She tighten her pussy each time he moved and it was squeezing his dick as though it was hungry for his cum.
Smack!
"Tsk, fucking bitch! Moan louder!" The man grunted as he slapped her ass but that turned to be an insanely bad idea because the moment he did so her pussy tightened up insanely trying to draw out cum from his dick.
Seeing this he attempted to pull back out so but she suddenly rammed her ass backwards on his dick making him grunt in pleasure.
He tumbled and fell over losing balance due to the sudden unexpected pleasure he felt leaving her on him as she continued ramming her pussy against his dick.
"Y-you bitch!" The man grunted as she hungrily pounded her pussy on his dick with a smile on her slutry face.
"G-get of me!" He yelled and tried to push her over but she squeezed her pussy tightly making him go weak from the intense pleasure he felt.
"Aughh" The woman moaned as she turned into a new position now facing him. She set his dick again below her pussy ready to take him again.
"W-wait!" He begged but she didn't listen and immediately squatted down on it, taking it in a whole making the man shriek from pleasure.
"More, more, more!" The woman moaned as she started ramming her ass on his dick intensely seemingly about to hit her climax but the man couldn't hold it back anymore and cummed in her pussy which hungrily sucked every last bit of cum he let out.
Behind the screen watching all of this while beating his meat in his room was Ethan who also seemed to have almost reached his climax.
"Weak fuck, can't even dominate a woman well~" Ethan groaned in pleasure towards the end as cum splashed all over his bed sheet.
'Dang it, I fucking ruined the sheets again' He mumbled as he continued watching towards the end where the man who had just finished fucking the woman was now being held at gun point.
The man seemed to be pleading for a while before they then shot him and dragged his body away.
Yes. That was not regular porn, that was porn from the black market live stream. A sick place for sick people to get sick things to satisfy their sick desires.
After watching countless of Pornhubs, Ethan found it hard to be aroused by them anymore and had to take it a bit up the notch by paying up from the black market website and going premium for live streams like these.
Ethan groaned as he grabbed tissues from his nightstand, cleaning up the mess he had made again. The glow of his laptop screen illuminated his small, cluttered bedroom. Empty energy drink cans littered his desk, and manga volumes were stacked haphazardly against the wall.
"Twenty-three years old and still making the same mistakes," he muttered, stripping the sheets off his bed with practiced efficiency. This wasn't his first rodeo.
He glanced at his phone. 11:47 PM. Three new messages from Jessica.
Jessica: Still coming over tomorrow? 🎂
Jessica: It's your birthday! I have a surprise for you 😘
Jessica: Ethan???
He typed back quickly: Yeah, sorry. Got distracted. See you tomorrow at 7?
The reply came instantly: Can't wait! Wear something nice 💕
Ethan smirked. Tomorrow was going to be good. Really good. Jessica had been dropping hints all week about "making his birthday special," and he knew exactly what that meant.
He tossed his phone onto the desk and headed to the bathroom, sheets bundled under his arm. As he stuffed them into the washing machine, his mind wandered to the novel he'd been reading before... well, before he got distracted.
Ethan started the washing machine and returned to his room, collapsing onto his bare mattress. He should probably sleep. He had a big day tomorrow. Birthday dinner with Jessica, then back to her place, then—
His phone buzzed.
Jessica: Changed my mind. Come over NOW. I can't wait until tomorrow 🔥
Ethan's heart jumped. He shot upright, reading the message again to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Ethan: Seriously? It's almost midnight
Jessica: I know what I said. Get over here. My door's unlocked.
He didn't need to be told twice.
Ethan threw on jeans and a hoodie, grabbed his keys, and rushed out of his apartment. The night air was cold, but adrenaline kept him warm as he jogged to his beat-up Honda in the parking lot.
Jessica's apartment was only fifteen minutes away. He could probably make it in ten.
The streets were empty, streetlights casting orange pools of light across the asphalt. Ethan's mind raced with anticipation as he drove, barely paying attention to the road. This was it. Finally. After three months of dating, Jessica was ready, and on his birthday no less—
The truck came out of nowhere.
Ethan saw the headlights in his peripheral vision for maybe half a second before the impact. The world exploded in a cacophony of shattered glass, twisted metal, and screaming tires.
Pain.
Then nothing.
---
Darkness.
Silence.
Then... voices?
"—tragic, so young—"
"—didn't suffer, at least—"
"—what a waste—"
Ethan tried to open his eyes, but he had no eyes. Tried to move, but he had no body. He was... nothing. Floating. Drifting in an endless void.
Is this death?
The thought should have terrified him, but he felt oddly calm. Detached. Like he was watching himself from a distance.
I died. I actually died. On my birthday. Before I could even—
A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in his consciousness. Of course. Of course this would happen to him. Ethan Reeves, terminal virgin, killed by a truck on his way to finally lose it.
This is the most cliché bullshit ever. I'm literally a goddamn isekai protagonist.
The irony wasn't lost on him. He'd read hundreds of stories that started exactly like this. Loser protagonist dies pathetically, gets reincarnated in another world, becomes overpowered hero.
But this wasn't a story. This was real. He was dead. Actually, permanently dead.
The void began to shift. Colors bled into the darkness—swirling reds and golds, like ink dropped in water. Ethan felt himself being pulled, drawn toward something he couldn't see.
A voice echoed through the emptiness, ancient and amused:
"How fitting. You waste your life reading stories of other worlds, and now you shall live one. Let us see if fiction suits you better than reality did."
Before Ethan could process the words, the void exploded into blinding white light.
And then he was falling.
Falling.
Falling toward a world he recognized—impossible as it was—from 247 chapters of guilty pleasure reading.
No. No way. This can't be—
His last thought before consciousness faded was equal parts terror and disbelief:
I'm being reincarnated into The Crimson Rose Academy?!