Rin almost ran into the huge family mansion, surrounded by a high fence and security. She barely nodded to the gatekeeper and quickly ran up the wide staircase to the second floor.
Her heart was pounding. Her body was still burning.
She burst into her large, luxuriously furnished bedroom, slammed the door shut, and immediately turned the key in the lock.
Click.
Rin leaned her back against the door, breathing heavily. Her cheeks were burning. A treacherous wetness was felt between her legs.
“I need… to calm down…” she whispered.
She quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving only thin panties, and slipped under the cool blanket.
As usual, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine Hayato.
Hayato — a guy of about her build, kind, gentle, with a warm smile. The one who helped her when she had just moved from abroad and was having a hard time adapting to a new country and school. He was the first real friend she had here.
Rin slipped her hand under her panties. Her fingers touched her already strongly swollen and wet clit. She began to slowly, habitually caress herself, imagining gentle, loving missionary sex — exactly as she always watched in ordinary “romantic” porn.
“Hayato…” she exhaled quietly.
But after just a few seconds, the image began to blur.
Instead of Hayato, Ren appeared above her.
Huge. Powerful. With relief ropes of muscles that she had felt under her today. His body completely covered her, pressing her into the bed. She seemed tiny and fragile next to him.
Rin moaned louder. Her fingers moved faster, deeper.
In her fantasy, Ren was rough. He grabbed her thighs with his big, strong hands, sharply spread her legs, and entered her with one powerful, deep thrust. She felt him filling her completely.
“Ah…!”
Rin arched on the bed. Two fingers were already actively moving inside her, imitating thrusts. Her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple hard.
Ren in her head took her by force. Pinned her to the mattress. Held her so she couldn’t move. In his huge hands, she was just a toy — small, helpless, but at the same time absolutely protected.
No one and nothing could ever hurt her while he was around.
This combination — rough strength + absolute safety — hit her especially hard.
Rin was no longer in control of herself. She furiously fucked herself with her fingers, imagining Ren taking her roughly, deeply, completely dominating her. His heavy, hot body pressing her down. His low voice growling in her ear:
“You’re mine…”
The orgasm hit her suddenly and very powerfully.
Rin’s body arched like a bow. Her legs trembled and stretched out. A loud, drawn-out moan escaped from her mouth, which she barely managed to muffle with the pillow.
The waves of pleasure were incredibly bright and long. Her pussy clenched strongly around her fingers, and juices flowed abundantly from it, soaking the sheets. She came harder than she had ever come in her life — even when fantasizing about Hayato.
Almost half a minute passed before her body began to relax.
Rin lay on the bed, breathing heavily, covered in sweat. Her eyes were wide open, glistening with tears of shame and pleasure.
“What… what’s wrong with me…” she whispered in a trembling voice.
She had always imagined gentle, romantic sex with Hayato. But today… one day next to Kurisaki Ren — and she came furiously, imagining him fucking her roughly and strongly, completely pinning her down.
Rin rolled onto her side, curled up into a ball, and hugged herself with her arms.
“Pervert…” she quietly sobbed, but her body was still pleasantly pulsing from the memories of his strength and heat.
Back home, I returned already closer to evening.
A hot shower helped wash away the fatigue after a busy day and a tough shoot. It also didn’t go without releasing steam — a hearty masturbation session could only calm me down after an hour.
I stood in front of the mirror for a few more seconds.
Broad shoulders.
Deeply defined abs.
Arms covered with dense muscles.
“Fucking cheat genes…”
I smirked.
“Lucky me.”
After leaving the bathroom, I flopped down on the new bed.
It had only arrived yesterday and took up almost half the room.
Compared to the old mattress, this was true luxury.
I took out my phone.
Notifications were pouring in one after another.
The manager had already sent all the shot material.
First, I looked through the official photos.
The joint shots with Rin looked very professional.
They were perfect for TV ads, banners, and publications on the company’s website.
The next folder was labeled SNS.
I couldn’t help but smile.
This was where the photographers had put all the material for social networks.
Short clips.
Vertical videos.
And the most effective shots from the shoot.
I quickly looked through them.
“These will definitely go viral… Rin looks so sexy here.”
The shots with power exercises turned out especially well.
I selected several photos, attached the advertising link, and wrote the caption:
A healthy body isn’t built in one day.
Training. Sleep. Nutrition. And sports supplements are just helpers on this path.
#Fitness #Workout #Muscle #GymLife #HealthyLifestyle #TitanTest #Sponsored
I read the text once more.
“It’ll do.”
The post was sent immediately to all my social networks.
A few seconds later, my phone started vibrating again.
Then again.
And again.
The algorithms quickly picked up the post.
Notifications began updating literally before my eyes.
Comments started appearing by the dozens.
“You two look great together!”
“This guy is a real monster.”
“From the phrase ‘She’s not even my working weight’ I got wet!”
“Where does this handsome guy live?”
“Now I want to buy this can just because of the ad.”
Naturally…
It didn’t go without openly inappropriate comments either.
I immediately enabled automatic moderation.
A few seconds later, the bot began mass-deleting messages that violated the rules.
“Now that’s better.”
I opened Rin’s page.
Her clips were also rapidly gaining views.
The shots from different angles worked especially well.
Tagging my account clearly gave the algorithms an extra boost.
I looked at the rapidly growing statistics and couldn’t help but smile.
“It seems…
Our first joint collaboration turned out to be much more successful than I expected.”
At the same time, in the apartment opposite:
My evening was going almost the same way.
I was sitting at my desk with my legs tucked under me, lazily tapping on the phone screen.
A ranked match was playing on it.
It was exactly this mobile game that Hayato and I had discussed so enthusiastically yesterday.
I involuntarily smiled.
This was another topic…
That I could talk to him about.
I carefully used my character’s ability, helping the team win another fight.
We won.
A rank-up message appeared on the screen.
But for some reason, there was almost no joy.
I put the phone aside and looked thoughtfully out the window.
I hope…
Kurisaki-kun will help me start a conversation again.
Scenes from today flashed before my eyes by themselves.
He seemed to casually push me closer to Hayato.
Started talking about the game.
Then about anime.
Then about manga.
And every time…
The conversation somehow amazingly shifted to topics I could participate in.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t have to just silently listen to the others…
How does he…
How does he manage to talk to people so skillfully…
And find exactly the topics that interest everyone…
My phone suddenly vibrated.
I flinched.
Mom was already home.
That means…
Another notification at this time could very well be a message from Hayato.
I quickly unlocked the screen.
But instead of a personal message, I saw a new post from Kurisaki-kun.
“Ah…”
I instinctively opened it.
Photos and short clips from the shoot began appearing on the screen.
Kurisaki-kun and Rin stood next to cans of sports nutrition, smiled at the camera, did exercises, and cheerfully talked about something between takes.
Everything looked very professional.
Then more unusual exercise shots began.
“Eh?..”
I blinked involuntarily.
“Isn’t this… a bit too revealing?..”
My cheeks warmed slightly on their own.
“Rin…
You’re so bold…”
I scrolled through the photos once more.
Rin’s sportswear fit her perfectly.
Slim waist.
Long legs.
Confident smile.
I involuntarily looked down at myself.
Then quietly sighed.
It suits her so well…
For some reason, a slight feeling of envy appeared inside.
Very small.
But unpleasant.
The next photo made me linger a little longer.
Kurisaki-kun.
Even through the screen, it was noticeable how well-built his body was.
Broad shoulders.
Strong arms.
Calm, confident smile.
He…
Really looks like the ideal of a male body.
It was a bit awkward to admit it.
But there was no point in denying the obvious.
Even Hayato…
Was still significantly inferior to him in this regard.
I quietly shook my head.
What am I even thinking about…
Then I looked at myself again.
I had never particularly liked sports.
The slight softness of my figure had never bothered me.
Mom even said it made me cuter.
But…
I myself had always wanted to become at least a little more toned.
I remembered the morning run again.
Hayato.
Mio.
And Kurisaki-kun.
Now Hayato trains every morning…
Maybe…
I gripped the phone tighter.
Maybe I should go out earlier tomorrow too?..
If we run together…
There will be another reason to talk to him…
Just from this thought, my heart began to beat a little faster.
I smiled to myself.