The following morning, Kenji's name dominated every trending tag.
#SuccubusBroken #KenjiArata #CarmillaFinallyMoaned
Screenshots flooded timelines, clips cut from the scene where she clenched the sheets, her voice strained as she cried out, "Don't stop…!"
Even seasoned fans weren't sure if it was acting or something real. That was the beauty of it—Kenji blurred the lines.
His followers tripled overnight.
Agencies were whispering. Veteran actors took notice. And somewhere deep within the elite circles of the adult world, a message spread:
> "The King is coming."
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The phone buzzed again.
Unknown Contact: I want next. – Hina Valentine
She wasn't just a name. She was an icon.
A cosplayer turned pornstar, Hina was known for her dual persona—the sweet, bubbly fan-favorite by day, and the sadistic, roleplay queen by night. Her fans worshipped her. Her partners feared her.
Kenji responded with a simple reply:
Kenji: Then come and prove it.
Within hours, the deal was signed. A studio reserved. Title confirmed:
[Cosplay Corruption: Valentine vs Kenji – Who Breaks First?]
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The studio was themed like a convention hall, anime posters on the walls, booths set up, a fake crowd looped into the background. Kenji arrived in a tight black tank top, low-slung jeans, and combat boots. Minimal costume. Pure dominance.
Hina entered dressed as a demon queen—horns, black latex, thigh-high boots. Her outfit was custom, molded to her curves, baring just enough to make every inch a tease.
Their introduction was filmed unscripted.
Kenji leaned in. "Never done cosplay."
She smirked. "Then you're going to get punished."
He stepped closer. "Or I'll tear that costume off and make you forget your lines."
She laughed. But her pupils dilated.
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Their scene began like a duel.
She sat on her throne, commanding him like a lowly servant. Kenji knelt—for one moment—before lunging, dragging her off the seat and onto his lap.
The scene turned chaotic.
She tried to stay in control. He grabbed her by the throat, lifting her with one hand. The camera zoomed as latex ripped under pressure.
"Say you're not in control," he growled.
She spat in his mouth.
Kenji kissed her.
Hard.
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What followed wasn't just a fuck scene. It was a psychological war.
She rode him backward, bouncing hard, staring into the camera with practiced confidence… until his hand wrapped around her waist, and he started thrusting from beneath, rhythm brutal.
Her moans slipped.
Her script vanished.
Her nails dug into his thighs. Her ass bounced under his hands like a toy.
Then came the moment.
She said, unscripted, gasping:
"You're ruining me."
The director almost dropped his mic.
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But Kenji wasn't finished.
He flipped her onto her back, arms pinned over her head, and kissed her deeply—his hips moving in slow, controlled thrusts, forcing her to feel every inch.
Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, locking him in place. She moaned into his mouth, her eyes glazed with submission.
Then came the roleplay twist—he whispered, "The Demon Queen will serve me now."
She tried to resist, shaking her head, keeping up her character.
He pulled out and flipped her again, spanking her latex-clad ass until the red prints showed.
"You disobeyed. That means you get punished."
He gripped her horns and shoved himself back in, deep and slow.
Hina screamed into the pillow.
"I-I surrender!"
The crew froze.
It wasn't in the script.
She was acting—or was she?
Her legs quivered as he kept going, one hand gripping her hips while the other choked her gently. Her makeup was smudged, her eyes tearing up—not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensations.
"Say my name," he demanded.
"K-Kenji!"
He growled, slamming in harder. "Louder."
"Kenji!"
"Good girl."
And he kept going until her back arched and her body trembled beneath him. Her final cry echoed in the soundstage.
She collapsed.
Completely conquered.
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Backstage, when the cameras stopped rolling, Hina pulled her demon horns off, cheeks still flushed.
"You cheated," she whispered, looking up at him.
Kenji leaned in. "You just finally met someone who could keep up."
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[System Update: Hina Valentine Conquered – Loyalty Tier 1] [New Skill Gained: Costume Command – Bonus Performance When Partner Is in Roleplay Outfit] [New Fanbase Acquired: Cosplay Cultists +120,000 Followers] [Passive Skill Activated: Roleplay Precision – Increased effectiveness when adapting to character-based scenes.]
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Outside the studio, Kenji lit a cigarette.
His phone buzzed.
Carmilla: "I saw the scene. She really broke. You're dangerous."
Kenji: "You were first."
Carmilla: "Don't make me jealous. Or do. I kinda liked it."
He smiled, pocketing the phone.
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Later that night, on a private cam stream, Hina went live unexpectedly. Her fans rushed in.
She was wearing her demon queen outfit again, barely adjusted.
And she whispered into the mic:
"I lost…"
The fans lost their minds.