As I waited for Kourtney, my attention drifted to Abby. She had moved to the opposite sofa, trying to put distance between us, but in this cramped apartment, there was nowhere for her to hide from my gaze.
I leaned back, my eyes tracing the lines of her face. Her lips weren't pillowy like Kourtney's. They were thin, sharp, and mean—the kind of lips that looked best wrapped in a tight, demanding sneer. Or wrapped around something else.
She had a strikingly long, elegant neck, the kind of corded grace that promised she could take a deep, punishing thrust without breaking a sweat.
My eyes traveled lower. She was wearing a threadbare oversized shirt, and without a bra to hinder them, her nipples were aggressive, piercing the thin fabric like twin exclamation points.
Every time she shifted, the hem of the shirt rode up, revealing a flash of plain white cotton underwear that struggled to contain the soft, pouting swell of her pussy.
Her thighs were the highlight of creamy thick enough to grip, and shockingly pale against the dingy sofa.
"You really have incredible tits, Abby," I said, my voice dropping into that low, resonant frequency.
"What?" she snapped, though the sudden flush on her neck betrayed her.
"I said you have nice tits," I repeated, my gaze lingering on the way her breath hitched, making the fabric of her shirt dance.
Abby was a professional, she dealt in the currency of male desire every day on Vivid-Link. She tried to pull up her mask of bored indifference. "Oh... thanks," she said, flicking ash from her cigarette.
"Would you mind showing them to me?" I asked, flashing a grin that was more of a challenge than a request. "In person. High definition."
"Not a chance bro," she countered, a spark of greed lighting up her eyes. "You want the premium view, you gotta pay the premium price. Fifty credits. Upfront."
"I've got a better offer," I bargained, leaning forward until ner her without moving a muscle. "I'll show you my cock. A one-time-only private screening."
Abby frowned, her cigarette pausing halfway to her lips. I could see the gears turning.She looked at the bulge in my trousers, then back to my face, her bravado wavering for a split second.
"Nice try," she finally spat, though her voice lacked its earlier bite. "I don't need to see your cock. I see enough of them on my dashboard."
"Okay. Cool," I said, instantly leaning back and looking at my phone, dismissing her entirely.
The silence stretched. Abby fidgeted, her ego clearly bruised by how quickly I'd moved on. "So... that's it? You're not going to pay the fifty? You're just giving up?"
I didn't look up from my screen. "I think they're beautiful, Abby. Truly. But... nah. I don't think they're worth the credits right now."
"Huh?" She looked like I'd just slapped her. "What do you mean 'not worth it'?"
"I mean," I said, finally looking up with a cold, devastating smirk, "that I'm about to get the full show from Kourtney for free. Why pay for an appetizer when the main course is already in the kitchen?"
Abby opened her mouth to snap back, her face turning a deep, insulted red, but the words died in her throat as the bedroom door creaked open.
Kourtney stepped out, and the air in the room seemed to vanish.
I stood up, the movement making Abby flinch back into the sofa cushions. She looked small now, her bravado completely eclipsed by my stature.
I didn't give her a second glance because I had a mission to complete.
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Kourtney was a vision of refined filth. She had chosen a set of black lace lingerie that contrasted sharply with her pale skin and fiery hair. The bra was a shelf-style piece, pushing her firm, high breasts upward until they looked like they were offering themselves to the heavens. The lace was dangerously thin, barely masking the dark, expectant circles of her nipples.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I... I think so," she whispered, her hands trembling as she smoothed the lace over her hips.
I tapped the [START BROADCAST] button.
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[LIVE STREAM INITIALIZED]
Title: ERIK VS DISTRICT 11 BRUNETTE KOURTNEY.
Current Viewers: 830 (Rising Rapidly)
Donation Goal: 2000 Credits.
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The screen on my phone flickered, and the [Live Chat] erupted into a vertical blur of high-speed text.
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HornyHunter69: Wait, is that Erik? Since when did bruv get an upgrade?! Look at those shoulders!
ManaJunkie: 200 credits says he breaks her in ten minutes. She's just a normie!
District1Queen: Who is the brunette? She's stunning. Why is she in the slums?
Slayer_X: Is that... a real-time Mana signature coming off him? He's Awakened? Since when?!
TheHornybadger: He's awakened clearly. I assume he'll be quitting porn to join those lame hunters.
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"Welcome back, everyone," I said, leaning into the lens. "Today, we're doing something a little different. No studio. No scripts. Just raw power and the beautiful Kourtney."
I pivoted the camera toward her. She blinked, momentarily blinded by the phone's high-intensity flash.
"Say hello to the fans, Kourtney," I commanded.
"H-hello," she stammered, giving a small, hesitant wave. Her vulnerability was like blood in the water for the chat.
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BigSpender: [+50 Credits] Make her beg, Erik!
VoidWalker: Is that a D-Tier's girlfriend? I recognize that apartment block. This is dangerous. I LOVE IT.
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Huh? I thought. Someone had recognized her already. It's a fucking small world, but that only meant the stakes and the potential for chaos were skyrocketing.
"Before Kourtney does anything," I rumbled, a dark smirk playing on my lips, "I need you guys to flood the screen. Drop a chain of Ws in the chat if you want to see W Erik claim his prize."
The screen was instantly engulfed. A literal train of Ws raced upward, punctuated by a few sarcastic Ls from the skeptics, but the momentum was undeniable.
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TheHornbadger: I wanna see you titty fuck her bro.
Slimthick_thacock: Nah, stick that cock in her mouth first.
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The rest of the crowd was a unified roar, demanding she show off the goods.
"You heard the fans, Kourtney," I rumbled. "They want the full tour. Give them a three-sixty. Show them exactly what I'm about to claim."
Kourtney took a shaky breath, her chest heaving. Those firm, high globes strained against the black lace as if they were trying to escape.
She began to turn in a slow rotation. The camera caught the curve of her cinched waist, the flawless ivory skin of her back, and then the payoff. As she completed the turn, the light hit the sheer panel of her thong, highlighting the soft, pale swell of her ass and the way her thighs trembled with every micro-movement.
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[LIVE CHAT: TURBO MODE]
Viewers: 2,405 (TRENDING IN BASE 7)
ManaJunkie: GOOD GOD. That's a District 1 body in a District 11 zip code.
VoidWalker: I'm telling you, that's Balenor's girl. If he sees this, the Peacekeepers are gonna have to scrape Erik off the walls!
Slayer_X: I wanna see you eat that ass bro +100 Credits [GIFTED] — Destroy her for us.
District1Queen: The contrast between his dark energy and her innocence is peak. W W W W W
TheHornybadger: Bro looks different. He's probably awakened. I assume he'll be quitting porn to join those lame hunters.
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"A 'Lame Hunter'?" I repeated, reading the comment aloud with a sharp, lethal grin. I stepped behind Kourtney, my massive silhouette swallowing her whole on the screen. "Why would I hunt monsters in a cave when I can hunt them in a bedroom? Besides... the monsters in here moan a lot louder."
I reached out, my hand looking dark against the delicate lace of her shoulder.I gripped her, turning her back to face the camera. Her face was flushed a deep, violent crimson, her dull, bedroom-bored eyes finally sparkling with a mix of terror and exhibitionist thrill.
"Kourtney, look at the lens," I commanded, my voice vibrating through her bones. "See those numbers? Two thousand people are watching your heart beat through your chest. They're watching your nipples harden. They're all wondering the same thing... can a girl from District 11 take Erik's huge cock?"
"I... I can," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"Prove it," I said. "On your knees. Now."
She sank down, the movement graceful despite her shaking limbs. She looked up at me, her red hair messy, her pillowy lips parted. From this angle, the camera had a perfect view of her cleavage.
"Wait," I said, checking the dashboard. "Slimthick_thacock wants a mouth-show first, and TheHornybadger is demanding a titty-fuck."
I grabbed the hem of my black shirt and pulled it over my head. My muscles looked like they were carved from dark marble.
I heard a sharp, choked-off gasp from the sofa. I didn't even look, but I knew Abby had just dropped her cigarette.
"You guys want the show?" I asked the chat, my hand moving to the button of my trousers. "Keep the credits coming. I'm about to get started"