I stormed out of the studio, the sound of their laughter ringing in my ears like a thousand taunts. My face burned with humiliation, my hands clenched into fists as I pushed through the crew members milling around the set.
I didn't stop until I was outside, where the night air hit me like a slap, cool and unforgiving.
I didn't know where I was going, but my feet carried me away from the building, away from the ridicule. The bustling sounds of the city faded as I wandered, the streetlights casting long, lonely shadows around me.
Eventually, I found myself standing on a bridge overlooking a sluggish river. The water below was dark, reflecting the city lights in broken, jagged streaks.
I gripped the railing, my knuckles white. This wasn't supposed to be my life. I never thought I'd end up here, in a sleazy studio, fumbling my way through a career as a porn actor.
Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and bitter, and I let them fall.
"What happened to you, man?" I muttered to myself, the words barely audible over the sound of the water below. "How did it come to this?"
My chest heaved, the weight of my failure crushing me. I wasn't just bad at this—I was terrible. I couldn't even make her feel pleasure properly. I'd made a fool of myself in front of Riya, in front of the director, in front of everyone.
"Maybe they're right," I whispered. "I'm not cut out for this."
Just as I was about to sink deeper into my self-pity, a strange sensation washed over me. It was as if the air around me had changed, charged with a strange energy. My skin prickled, and I stood upright, looking around.
"Do you wish to change your fate, mortal?" a voice echoed in the air, smooth and commanding.
I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "W-who's there?" I stammered, whipping my head around.
Before I could see anything, a light appeared in front of me, shimmering and shifting like liquid gold. It began to take shape, and soon, standing before me was a figure. It wasn't human—at least, not entirely. It was tall and regal, with glowing golden eyes and a body that seemed to radiate an aura of pure desire.
"I am the Lust God System," the figure said, its voice resonating in my chest. "And I have come to make you an offer."
I blinked, my mind struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. "Lust God System? What... what does that even mean?"
The figure smirked, an expression that was both alluring and intimidating.
"I am a divine entity tasked with spreading the power of lust and passion across the mortal realm. You, my dear mortal, have been chosen as my host."
"Host?" I repeated, my voice rising. "What the hell are you talking about? I don't want any part of this!"
The system chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Ah, but you do. You're standing here, wallowing in your own misery, dreaming of a life where you're more than a joke. I can give you that life. I can make you the greatest Porn star this world has ever seen."
I stared at it, my mind racing. "Why me?"
"Because you have potential," it said simply looking at my crotch. "Raw, untapped potential. All you need is a little... push."
I hesitated, the words sinking in. "What's the catch?"
"No catch," the system said, though its smile suggested otherwise.
"You do as I say, and in return, I will give you skills, confidence, and the ability to drive any partner wild. You will be irresistible, a god among mortals. All I ask is that you embrace the path of lust."
I swallowed hard, my thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and temptation. "And if I say no?"
The system's golden eyes gleamed. "Then you return to your pathetic life, forever a failure. The choice is yours."
I looked back at the river, the reflection of the city lights shimmering like broken dreams. Did I really want to go back to that life? To the humiliation, the ridicule?
"Fine," I said finally, turning back to the system. "I'll do it."
The system grinned, its form glowing brighter. "Excellent choice, mortal. Let us begin."
Before I could react, the system reached out and touched my forehead. A surge of energy shot through me, making my body tremble. Images flashed before my eyes—sensations, techniques, positions, knowledge of sex I didn't even know existed.
My mind felt like it was being rewired, my dick charged with a new kind of vitality.
When the light faded, I stood there, panting, my hands gripping the railing for support.
"What.... what just happened?" I gasped.
"Your dick have been enhanced," the system said, its voice filled with satisfaction. "You now possess the skills and attributes necessary to dominate your profession. Go forth and embrace your destiny."
I looked down at my hands, flexing my fingers. I felt different—stronger, more confident. Even the way I stood had changed, my posture more assured, my presence commanding.
"What now?" I asked, turning back to the system.
"Now," it said, "you return to that studio and show them who you truly are."