(Artoria Lucifer PoV)
The next few days pass by with us taking care of the mess that Haze entertainment caused us. We had to replatform all our media that was in Haze and that was a pain in the ass.
We have a lot of companies under us, which thankfully are autonomous, but as their backers we still have to take action, when changes happen.
I should go to school soon... I haven't gone in a while. I made an agreement with the director that I'll only attend exams and 10% of classes. When exactly I attend them will be up to me.
I have concidered dropping out of school, time and time again. It's just however I look at it, it's a fenomenal waste of time. What the fuck is high school going to give me at this point?
However there is one particular reason why I haven't dropped out. It's not something silly like maintaining a double life, nor is it the expectations of my parents.
The only reason I haven't dropped out of school is because it's the only time when I'm Kel Lucifer.
I've almost stopped being in my male form, from the time I founded my organisation. Actually it's not even about being in that form, it's that I actually have something to base my identity off of when I'm Kel... I don't know. Maybe I'm developing dissociative identity disorder.
It sometimes feels like Artoria and Kel are complete strangers, even though it's me.
It's a very scary thought, that could very well become a problem. Which is why I'm choosing to ignore it and hope it goes away on it's own.
However I have an idea to make me spend more time in my male form. And it is exactly the reason I'm here right now.
What I'm staring at right now is a screen that shows a man and a woman fucking. Did you guess it? No?
Right now I'm in the headquarters of one of the Scarlet productions daughter companies, Red rose.
Red rose, put simply, is a porn production company and the best one at that. We're talking the hottest girls, the bests sets, the most entertaining scrips, the most competent males and so on.
Of course I might be showing a bit too much favouritism towards my own company. That's right! You heard right! I'm the CEO of Red Rose.
Out of all the companies I could have led personally, I chose this one. Which isn't even one of our main earners. Why did I do such a thing? For self-satisfaction of course. It's been a dream of mine to run a porn company.
Think of the seedy looking men behind the cameras and all the hot sex that goes on. Think of the women who get used and run through like tofu. It's the perfect place for someone of my proclivities.
I mean we're shooting all kinds of porn. Vanilla, sex dungeon, roleplay, gangbangs, trains, interracial and so on. I've even filmed a few movies myself.
Of course running a porn company comes with it's downsides. The only one I have is the fact that, because sex is so normal in this place, a lot of dudes get frisky with me. Usually violence solves the problem, but you have to be a bit more careful when you're dealing with your subordinates.
But never mind that. Now, in my year of running this company, I had a genius idea. In fact I can't believe I didn't think of this before. This is just genius!!!!
You see my male form is a 196 cm tall, handsome, muscular man with a 9 inch dick. You see where I'm going with this, don't you.
"VANDAL!" I yell out from my office.
"Coming!!" Comes a yell back from a far.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
Heavy running steps get closer and closer, until a fat and balding man enters my office. Funny enough, this pudgy man that looks like a pedophile, is actually my lead producer.
This fucking pervert is so degenerate that he always produces the best scripts and the most erotic movies.
"Damn you're disgusting." I can't help but comment, as every time I see him, this thought goes through my head.
"Boss what did you want." Vandal ignores my comment, already used to my personality.
"Vandal, I have a special job for you." I say and pause, looking at him seriously. "I want you to make a movie. A movie like no other. I want you to exceed the limits of your fucked up, degenerate mind and produce me something worthy of being watched by even gods. We're taking the gloves off with this one. No limits on the budget! No limits on the imagination! However, this is the one and only limit I will impose on you."
I take out my phone and show Vandal a few photos of myself in my male form.
"This guy is the main actor in the movie. He's a new talent I found... Well, it doesn't matter to you. He's the one we're going to use. Of course only girls in this one. So go now, my loyal slug and make me a movie I can be proud of." I finish my speech. Vandal looks incredibly excited as he just got free rains to unleash his imagination.
"Yes boss!" He salutes. But as expected of a professional, he quickly calms down and starts analyzing.
"This man. I must meet him before I start planning." He states seriously.
"Of course. I will set it up. However Vandal, he is not one of the expendables. Treat him as a VIP." I look at him seeriously.
"Understood boss." Vandal nods and with that, leaves the office.
What Lucifer doesn't know is that with her telling him to treat Kel as a VIP, she unknowingly created a misunderstanding.
Vandal, the megaperv, obviously fantacizes about Lucifer. In fact he consideres her his goddess. The most absolute, perfect woman.
Due to this, Vandal interpreted Lucifer treating Kel as a VIP, as her favouring him. His dirty mind instantly thought that Kel had somehow seduced Lucifer and what does a man do when he finds out another man has desecrated his goddess? Well whatever it is, it's not nice.
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A day later, Vandal calls me and tells me that he has already created a plan. Wtf? Didn't he need to meet me in my male form, before starting to plan?
Anyway, I have him come over to the penthouse. He trudges his heavy body up the stairs, for 40 floors. I had all the elevators shut down, so he could only use the stairs...
What can I say, I love to see him suffer.
I smirk as I look at the absolutely spent, panting and sweating fatman. It's actually already a blessing for him that I allowed him to set foot in my home. Normally he isn't even worth stepping on.
"Yo, you disgusting creature. You finally made it." I greet him with an amused smirk.
"Haah, haah, y-yhes, haah, boss." He answers with difficulty. The sweaty man does stink, but when you are used to the smell of bisected corpses, the smell of a fat man is nothing.
He takes about five minutes to recover himself, so that he can function. He is just that exhausted.
Once he recovers and looks at me, he stops mezmerized. I look at the creature in confusion, then look down at myself and understand the reason.
I forgot to change out of my bathrobe. It's the bloody morning after all, so right now all I'm wearing is a bathrobe. Of course he can't see shit, other than my bare feet and a bit of my clavicle, but it seems even that is enough to set him off.
"Tch." Now I want to kick his head off. I start thinking about what a creature he is to distract myself from my murderous thoughts.
Then my thoughts diverge in to an interesting direction. What if I asked one of the girls from the office to be in a porn movie with me.
Most of my subordinates are hot and most of them are either crazy or psychos. So I believe at least one would agree to do porn.
As a sidenote I'm not kidding, when I describe them. These people I call subordinates only get along in one organisation because they respect and fear me. And also due to how it is all set up.
If I was not commanding them and shackeling them, about 80% of them would be supervillains and would be terrorizing, maiming, killing, torturing, or raping through the streets.
For example the most prolyfic ones, the Juggernaut, Jezebel. She would 100% kidnap a young boy and have her way with him, wether he wanted it or not. The Destroyer would run from bar to bar, drinking, killing and destroying anything that happenes to get in her way.
The Doctor would slice up anyone she pleases and call it medicine. The Assassin would be depressed and would probably kill herself.
These are just the main players though, there are a lot more people in my organisation and a lot more psychos.