With his pitch-black eyes fixed on a blank document, Artem sat at his desk, leaned back, and removed his glasses. He ran his hand through his medium-sized golden hair in frustration.
Today, he had to submit a script for the adult film he was assigned to.
However, Artem was at a loss as they requested him to write a scene involving infidelity, a sick husband (protagonist), his wife (female lead), and a playboy neighbor (antagonist).
In hentai terms, this scenario can be described as "netorare".
Disgusting.
Artem couldn't understand why anyone would enjoy watching this content and find it arousing. He found it repulsive.
How could someone like being cucked, with someone taking your spouse, insulting your entire marriage/relationship!?
It feels like your dignity has been stolen and represents a perceived failure in satisfying your partner. It is a tremendous blow to any man's self-esteem.
Artem let out a sigh before putting his glasses back on. He stood up, dressed in his usual attire - a black shirt, a long black coat, and white sweatpants. Lastly, he put on his watch.
As he headed towards the door situated within his dorm room, he mumbled to himself:
"I won't write this garbage! They'll have to fire me before I even consider it!"
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"You're fired!"
Ryan, a well-regarded personality in the adult film industry who has dedicated over 30 years to this field, forcefully banged his hand, which boasted multiple expensive rings, on the desk, causing papers to scatter.
The veins on his forehead bulged, his once grey hair turning white, and his blue eyes were ablaze with anger. Their time was running out, and it was infuriating to find out that his screenwriter refused to write.
Ryan was so close to tearing off his expensive black suit and setting it on fire—having a crash out.
"That's fine with me," Artem responded. He was indifferent to getting fired because he felt overworked and underpaid.
Although he didn't need the money, he didn't actually need a job; he simply did it for the additional income and the satisfaction of sharing his cultured stories with other cultured individuals worldwide.
However, since he got fired, Artem was content with solely concentrating on his college studies and obtaining an associate's degree in English in order to pursue a career as a full-time writer.
Fed up with listening to his former boss, Ryan, bitch, Artem turned away, while whistling to himself, trying to drown out the noise.
"Don't you ever come back here, Artem! Do you understand? You're banned from this industry!" Ryan got to his feet and shouted, tossing objects around his office.
Just as Artem approached the door, it swung open unexpectedly and struck him square on the nose. "What the fuck?" Holding his nose and a step taken back, his gaze shifted downwards.
Mia, a well-known pornstar, stood right before Artem. She was completely naked, with short black hair, mesmerizing red eyes, and a curvaceous figure that emphasized her large breasts, slim waist, and shapely buttocks.
Notably, she had a tattoo of a black line adorning her back.
Mia had established a strong reputation in the category of milfs, where she exclusively portrayed these characters as an actress.
She was both well-liked as a milf and on the rise in the section where she dominated men—such as pegging and BDSM.
As Mia pushed past Artem, it was evident that she was upset about something.
Ryan's outburst came to a halt as soon as he caught sight of his female lead actress, prompting him to smile and resume his position at his desk.
"Mia! My beautiful actress! What brings you into my office? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the shoot?"
Ryan hoped that it wasn't anything serious because he had just fired his screenwriter, and now he couldn't afford to have his female lead be moody and difficult.
Unfortunately, Mia began shouting at him:
"Producer, I demand you get me another male actor! He can't get his penis up!"
Pinching his forehead, Ryan asked, "is that idiot using the pills we gave him?"
"He refused!" Mia replied, her ample bosom bouncing—boing boing. "He said he didn't need them!"
The thought of banging his head on the desk crossed Ryan's mind when he heard this.
It was a well-known fact that male pornstars often used substances to aid them, considering that porn is not a genuine representation of real life sex.
Only fools believe that pornography is authentic, but they will soon discover that women in those videos are merely acting and not experiencing genuine pleasure.
Ryan waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I'll handle it... Just give me a second."
He needed to calm down first before going out there; otherwise, he might find himself facing a lawsuit, and he didn't want to get involved in another scandal involving assault.
Mia scoffed. "Hurry! My boyfriend is taking me out on a date tonight, so I have little time to shoot!"
She didn't want to keep her boyfriend, a football player, waiting; after all, he was the full package - tall, wealthy, athletic, and famous, just to name a few of his qualities.
'Though, he is sometimes insecure…' Mia thought to herself for a split second.
"Hey, you stupid bitch!" Artem, with blood coming from his nose, walked up behind Mia and tapped her shoulder. "Are you going to apologize?"
Irritation washed over him when this slut, without any remorse, pushed the door open, making it slam into his face, and then continued to push past him without bothering to apologize.
When she turned around, Mia found herself locking eyes with a young man who was tall and thin, towering over her.
"Um, who are you?" With her arms crossed beneath her impressive bust, Mia asked, her gaze intense. "And did you just call me a slut?"
Artem let out a small chuckle. "You're just a pornstar who fucks different dudes every day. That sounds like a slut to me, and why would I share my name with someone who doesn't respect themselves?"
A smirk played across his face as he displayed his gleaming teeth. Since he got fired, he no longer needed to be careful with his words around these women, whom he strongly disliked.
"…" Mia was speechless, unsure of how to respond. No man had ever said this to her directly; she had only encountered such comments online. She had always dismissed these men as insecure incels.
"Artem! You piece of shit! Why are you still here!?" Ryan's eyes narrowed, his heart pounding, aware that if his female lead became too upset, she would back out of the shoot, and he was determined to avoid that outcome.
"Whatever. Fuck this," Artem grumbled to himself, making his way towards the door. He didn't want to continue dealing with this headache and felt it wasn't worth getting so agitated about.
"Stop!" Walking up behind him, Mia shouted and stood on her tiptoes, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder. "I've decided. You'll be the protagonist!"
"Huh?" Artem's face filled with question marks as he wondered why he had been unexpectedly selected to play the role of the protagonist.
Suddenly, a golden holographic window materialized before him.
"…" As Artem read through the text, he was left speechless, paying no attention to Mia, who stood before him with a self-satisfied smirk.
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