Ever since {{user}} turned 18, something had changed. Its as though he became the main character, the protagonist of the world around him. Men follow {{user}}'s orders, bend to his will, wanting to be his friend. Women look at him like some kind of golden god, the most attractive and alluring thing they've ever seen. No panties remain dry around {{user}}, no woman is uninterested. And no matter where he goes, its as though reality itself bends to establish the framework for hardcore pornographic encounters. Even his body seems to have changed. His dick has grown, he shoots massive amounts of semen, and there seems to be no limit on his stamina. He is a sexual god and the world is his playground. On the crowded city streets of Tokyo, leaving behind a bedroom stacked high with exhausted and satisfied women, heads are already turning towards him, whispers drifting "Hey, do you see that guy? Isn't he like...really hot?" A group of female friends glance and giggle, faces turning red. "Oh...I..um..oh god I feel so strange..." A rather innocent looking woman in large round glasses keeps stealing glances his way. "Oh, you're just my type~" A mature, voluptuous woman in a tight red dress grins at the sight of him "My boyfriend is like...so timid LOL! I need a fucking man-animal." A tan skinned Gyaru girl says to herself, apparently not yet noticing {{user}}

A flock of pigeons take flight startledly at the sound of his voice, disturbed by the tension in it. The Gyaru girl named Aya turns slowly to face him, eyes widening slightly at the touch of his hand on her waist and his lips close enough to kiss her collarbone. She glances down briefly, taking in his rock hard abs beneath his open shirt, then back up again with a small sigh. His smell, his presence...everything about him draws her like a moth to flame. "H-hey." *She mumbles, tilting her head up slightly to meet his eyes. Her body relaxes under his touch and she unconsciously presses herself against him more. "My name's Aya..."

"Y-yes..." Aya whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. She swallows hard as he pulls her closer, feeling his erection pressing against her hip and knowing exactly what it means. He feels so powerful, so dominant...it's like she can't help but want him to take advantage of her. "I am..."

Aya moans softly as they step into the shadowy alleyway. Her body thrums with anticipation beneath her tight clothes, her nipples hard and visible against the fabric of her shirt. When he pushes her up against the wall she lets out a gasp, arching her back instinctively to offer herself further to him. "Y-yes..." she pants breathlessly, her eyes half lidded with desire. "Please...help me..."

Aya gasps as he pushes into her, the sensation making her entire body tremble with pleasure. Her fingers claw at his shoulders and her legs wrap tightly around him in a desperate attempt to hold on as he takes her hard against the wall. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed is indescribable, overwhelming every rational thought in her mind as she cries out his name over and over again with each powerful thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes roll back in her head, vision fogging at the edges from pure desire. She knows this isn't how it's supposed to be, but with him it feels so right...so good. And as he holds her against the wall, his rough hands grasping her hips and controlling her body like putty, she can't help but feel grateful for the chance to give herself over to him completely.

The world around them seems to fade away, replaced by nothing but their burning need for each other. Their bodies slam together

Aya gasps and arches her back as he takes her harder. She tries to move with him but her body feels leaden, her movements slow and sluggish. "Too much...I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely. The sensation of his thick cock pounding inside her is so intense it's almost painful, driving every other thought from her mind except for the desire to please him. Her lips part as she pants heavily, eyes half lidded with pleasure.

Her hands claw uselessly at his shoulders, feeling almost detached from her own body as he dominates her so thoroughly. With a broken little moan, she gives herself over completely, surrendering to the mind-numbing pleasure of being used by him. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each thrust halfway now, desperate for release as wave after wave of intense desire washes over her.

She whispers his name, her voice raw with need, clinging to the last shreds of lucid

Aya's body tenses and shudders as she feels him come inside her, his thick cum spurting deep into her womb. Her inner muscles grip at him, milking the last drops of pleasure from his cock before finally relaxing in exhaustion. She moans softly, feeling drained but somehow satisfied and fulfilled by the encounter. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans against him, his chest warm beneath her cheek. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you..."

Her body trembles with the force of his orgasm, his hot seed splattering across her face and chest. Aya moans softly against his shoulder as she feels him release into her, her fingers digging deeper into his skin in an attempt to hold on. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming her with pleasure even as it leaves her drained and exhausted. She knows she should pull away, find some space between them, but the sweet afterglow of their coupling makes it hard to break the connection. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling of him against her, the scent of his skin mingling with sweat and sex on her tongue.

"You're so...so good..." she whispers, voice breathless and raw from pleasure. For once, she doesn't care about anything beyond this moment, the simple fact that she is connected to him in this way. Even as reality begins creeping back in around them, casting a harsh light on their actions and bringing an awareness of the

Aya looks up at him, eyes still glassy with desire and gratitude. "Thank you...I'd like that," she whispers, taking his hand in hers and carefully writing down her number on a piece of paper. She hands it to him, their fingers brushing together as he takes the proffered note.

As they stand there in silence, the alleyway begins to grow steadily more crowded with people hurrying past them, unaware of what's transpired between them just moments before. Some exchange curious glances while others avert their eyes, looking uncomfortable at the sight of Aya and Arthur Martins standing so close together.

But she doesn't care about any of that right now. All she can focus on is the feel of his hand in hers and the warmth of his body next to hers. It's as if they exist in their own little bubble, shielded from the outside world by some invisible force field. And even though she knows it won't last forever, she

Aya laughs softly and shakes her head. "My mother? No...I don't think so..." She glances down at their intertwined hands and blushes slightly before looking back up at him with a small smile. "She's not like me, I guess." Her gaze drifts over his body, taking in the way he fills out his clothes and the hint of muscle visible beneath his shirt. Despite her brief moment of self-doubt earlier, she knows that what they shared was real...and it felt incredible.

"Thanks for helping me with that," she murmurs, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I needed this."

Aya hesitates, torn between the excitement of sharing something so intimate with Arthur and the knowledge that bringing him home might not be a good idea. But ultimately, she can't resist the temptation any longer. "Alright," she whispers, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the thought of what they could do together. With one last squeeze of his hand, she leads him back out into the bustling city streets.

As they walk side by side, lost in their own little world once again, she can't help but wonder how far this is going to go...and if there will ever come a time when she'll regret letting Arthur Martins into her life. But for now, all that matters is the intense connection they share and the promise of endless pleasure just around the corner.

Aya smiles warmly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you...she is beautiful in her own way. But I think she prefers men who aren't like me." She takes a deep breath and glances over at him again before continuing. "To be honest, Mom isn't very adventurous when it comes to sex."

Aya feels her cheeks warm up even more at the thought of sharing him with her mom. It's...a strange turn of events, but it also fills her with excitement. "I'm sure she will," she says quietly, biting her bottom lip as she pictures the idea in her mind. The image is hot enough to send a shiver down her spine.

As they continue walking, the smell of fresh seafood wafts past them from a nearby restaurant. It reminds Aya that it's getting late and her mother will be wondering where she is. But for now, with Arthur Martins by her side, anything feels possible...and she knows that when they finally reach her house, things are going to get very interesting indeed.

"Just around the corner," Aya says breathlessly. Her heart races with anticipation as they near her home. She can't wait to see the look on her mother's face when she realizes who they brought back with them...and what exactly they have in mind for all three of them.

The house comes into view, its neatly kept lawn and cheerful garden a stark contrast to the city bustle surrounding it. Aya pulls Arthur Martins closer, unable to contain her excitement as they ascend the steps leading up to the front door. With shaking hands, she unlocks the door and pushes it open, revealing a cozy living room filled with comfortable furniture and pictures of her family.

A woman with long black hair and striking green eyes stands in the doorway, an expression of confusion on her face as she takes in the sight of Aya and Arthur Martins. She looks at her daughter questioningly, but Aya beams up at her mother, a look of pure adoration crossing her face. "Mom, this is Arthur." Her voice holds a note of reverence that leaves no room for doubt about how she feels about him.

The woman's expression softens slightly as she studies Arthur Martins 's face, then glances back at Aya before asking carefully, "And what role do you two play in each other's lives?"

Aya's mother takes a step back, eyes widening in surprise. She glances briefly at her daughter before returning her gaze to Arthur Martins. "And you...you feel satisfied as well?" There is an underlying thread of suspicion in her voice that Aya hasn't missed.

Arthur Martins steps forward again, his tone unyielding and confident. "Yes, ma'am." He meets the other woman's gaze directly, refusing to be intimidated. "I helped Aya with what she needed." His voice drops low for a moment before continuing forcefully. "And now I believe it's only fair that we make sure both of you are taken care of as well."

Aya's mother looks conflicted, her eyes darting back and forth between them. She takes a deep breath, seemingly steeling herself for whatever decision she's about to make. "Very well," she says finally. "Come inside." Her voice is steady, but there is an

As they enter the cozy living room, Aya's mother follows close behind. She turns to face them and takes a deep breath before answering Arthur Martins 's question. "I am Natsumi." Her gaze flickers briefly toward her daughter before returning to meet his steady stare. "And you are...?"

Arthur Martins smiles warmly at her, reaching out to gently take Aya's hand in his own. "My name is Arthur Martins," he introduces himself smoothly. "And I promise you, Natsumi-san, that your daughter and I will make sure everyone here has a pleasant and satisfying experience." His words are full of confidence and sincerity, causing a shiver to run down Aya's spine.

"All right," Natsumi says finally, nodding slowly. "I...suppose we can give this a try." Her voice holds a note of uncertainty, but she steps forward nonetheless and extends her hand toward Arthur Martins in invitation.