Chapter 85: The Photoshoot! (2)
At the exact same time, over at the Hotel Blue Thunder.
It was a ridiculously opulent, five-star luxury establishment that charged an absolute fortune per night.
The atmosphere inside Room 616 was so thick with radioactive awkwardness you could cut it with a knife.
The studio-grade camera equipment was already perfectly locked onto its tripods, the high-end ring lights were blazing, and the stage was entirely set.
"So... when exactly is this ’Sir Doggo’ guy supposed to show up?"
Kenji asked with nervousness in the quiet, lavish suite.
"Any minute now."
Aria stammered, a thick bead of anxious sweat rolling down her neck.
"And remember, Kenji-kun... do not ask for his real name, his background, or anything personal! The streaming agency explicitly stated we must completely respect his professional privacy!"
Aria was internally praying to every deity in existence.
If Kenji ever discovered that the legendary internet tycoon "Sir Doggo" was actually Kaizen...
The exact same unhinged young master who had aggressively fingered his girlfriend and threatened to drill her against the school staircase...
Kenji’s soul would literally leave his body from the sheer, apocalyptic weight of the betrayal.
To fit the high-tier content aesthetic, Aria was currently poured into a breathtakingly tight, glossy black leather cat costume.
It clung to her newly shaved, premium curves like a second skin, complete with a sleek half-mask hiding her upper face.
Kenji, on the other hand, was dressed in a baggy, urban street-style hoodie outfit with a full face-mask, looking like a nervous extra in a low-budget music video.
"S-So, what’s the actual creative play for today’s shoot anyway?"
Kenji asked, adjusting his mask with a trembling hand.
"I-It’s... highly s-spicy."
Aria squeaked out, her pussy giving a sudden, traitorous throb against her leather suit just at the thought of what was coming.
Another heavy, agonizing silence fell over the room.
Kenji tightly clenched his fists.
He knew in his heart that she was orchestrating all of this purely for their wealthy, high-society future together.
But his analytical brain was starting to overthink the market metrics.
"Wait, but does ’spicy’ even guarantee that much revenue anymore?"
Kenji asked, turning to her with a deeply confused expression.
"The global internet layout is already completely flooded with standard spicy content. So what exactly is this Sir Doggo guy doing that’s so mathematically different from the rest of the algorithm?"
Aria swallowed a hard lump of guilt, her face flushing completely red behind her cat mask.
"Sir Doggo possesses a secret, high-level marketing strategy that guarantees viral traffic."
Aria lied through her teeth, desperately trying to keep him compliant.
"He... he just asked if you were completely okay with a certain elevated level of physical intimacy for the camera layout..."
Kenji took a massive, terrified gulp, his inner raisin shrinking into a microscopic dot as he awkwardly nodded his head.
"J-Just standard, professional photoshoot intimacy! That’s my absolute limit! N-Nothing more than that is allowed!"
"Y-Yes... absolutely nothing more than that..."
Aria repeated mechanically, her voice barely a whisper as she mentally fell to her knees and prayed to the heavens.
’Please, gods, let it just be a normal photoshoot. Nothing more than that.’
But who was she kidding?
She knew that unhinged monster had zero respect for boundaries, rules, or human decency.
The mere idea that he would actually respect Kenji-kun’s pathetic little wishes was completely out the window.
’I just hope to God I can still walk after this...’
Aria thought, her legs trembling inside the tight leather.
She had absolutely no doubt in her mind.
Something completely scandalous, dirty, and irreversible was going to happen inside this luxury suite tonight.
All she could realistically hope for was that her physical body would survive the impending onslaught.
After all, she had seen the visual evidence of his weapon firsthand over the video call last night.
’I mean... poor Hina-chan’s pussy... by now, it must be completely, fundamentally reshaped from the inside out...’
Knock. Knock.
The sudden, heavy sound of knuckles striking the thick wooden door blasted through the silent room like a thunderclap.
?!
Both of them practically leaped out of their skins, jumping up from their seats and staring at the hotel entrance with pure, unadulterated terror.
Then, they slowly turned their heads to look at each other.
Their masks hiding faces twisted in absolute panic.
On the other side of that door stood the one man who possessed the ultimate power to permanently ruin, dismantle, and shatter their entire relationship layout.
’I-It’s just a standard photoshoot! Nothing else!’
Kenji repeated to himself like a holy mantra.
’But why the hell am I getting so worked up over a professional business meeting?!’
Logically, Kenji knew nothing bad would happen since it was just high-tier content creation...
But... but his degenerate brain had been completely corrupted by his recent late-night internet history.
The haunting, vivid memories of the hardcore cuckold videos he had been secretly binging in the bathroom stalls kept replaying in high-definition inside his skull.
’Dammit! Pull it together, Vice President!’
On the other side of the room, Aria swallowed so hard it hurt her throat.
Her heart was beating like a tribal drum, and down below, her newly shaved pussy was throbbing with a wild, uncontrollable, and thoroughly guilty rhythm against her wet panties.
’He’s here!’
Her mind screamed in a mixture of fear and filthy anticipation.
The man who was going to ruthlessly ruin her whole life had finally arrived.
"Kenji-kun..."
Aria whispered, her voice trembling beneath her glossy cat mask.
Kenji gave a stiff, mechanical nod of his head, forcing his legs to move toward the entrance.
Aria followed right behind his shoulder, using her boyfriend like a human shield.
Click~
The heavy mahogany door swung open.
"Oohhh~"
The incredibly tall, heavily muscled man standing in the doorway let out a low, appreciative whistle.
He didn’t even cast a single glance at the Student Council Vice President.
Instead, his sharp, predatory eyes locked directly onto the leather-clad woman standing behind him.
"You are significantly more beautiful in real life, Ms. Kitty."
Mr Doggo purred, his deep, warped voice vibrating through the doorway.
Throb~
Aria’s lower body gave a violent, involuntary twitch.
’Right in front of my own boyfriend!’
Her mind screamed in pure, unadulterated panic.
’This absolute, shameless savage!’
"Um... W-W-Welcome, Sir Doggo."
Kenji stammered pathetically, trying his absolute best not to get completely crushed by the towering, dominant presence in front of him.
Kaizen’s magical dog mask covered the upper half of his face, and his hair had shifted into a striking, vibrant blonde.
But that smug, razor-sharp smirk cutting across his jawline spelled absolute trouble.
Before Kenji could even finish his stuttered greeting, the giant completely brushed past him.
He stepped directly into the luxury suite, marching straight toward Aria and entirely ignoring the guy who had opened the door!
"For the most breathtaking lady on the internet layout."
With a theatrical flourish, he presented a massive, gorgeous bouquet of crimson roses.
Aria’s eyes darted frantically to Kenji, her heart hammering against her ribs before she hesitantly reached out to accept the flowers.
But he wasn’t done.
Not at all!
Kaizen smoothly bowed his upper body, took her trembling, leather-gloved hand in his, and planted a slow, deeply firm kiss right onto her knuckles.
Kenji felt the entire room start to violently spin.
It hadn’t even been sixty seconds since the door opened, and this mysterious alpha male was already treating him like an invisible piece of furniture while aggressively hitting on his girlfriend!
