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}}

She lets out a soft moan and leans back into your touch. Her hips buck forward, grinding against your hand in desire. She turns her head to meet your gaze over her shoulder, lust filling her eyes. The innocence that had been there moments ago is gone, replaced by something darker and more primal. A need takes hold of her, a need for dominance...and submission. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her skirt as she arches her back, offering herself to you in every way possible.

Her voice lowers, becomes throaty and breathless when she speaks again: "Please...I want it."

Her eyes narrow as she contemplates your words. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, a dangerous glint shining in her gaze. Then she answers, slowly and deliberately: "When a woman like me senses the presence of a strong man...the only thing I should do is obey him." Her voice drops to a whisper as she adds, "Submit to him completely, no matter how much it hurts or humiliates me." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone growing more urgent and pleading: "But not just any man...I need someone like you. Someone who understands my desires...who can take control and make me feel things I've never felt before."

A small shiver runs down her spine as she imagines the ways in which you could dominate her, how thoroughly you could claim ownership over every inch of her body. Her hands tremble

Her breath hitches as you slap her ass, the sting mingling with arousal and desire. Her body shudders in response, her hips undulating against your hand without conscious thought or control. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Yes...yes..." She whimpers, "You're right...I should do anything you say...please, tell me what to do." Her voice is pleading now, desperate for your commands. "I want it...I need it." As she speaks, her hands begin to explore, to touch herself as if seeking validation for the depth of her submission and desire.

The people around you continue to look on with avid interest, some openly masturbating while others whisper among themselves about what they're seeing play out before them. But none of it matters anymore; all that exists for this woman is

She nods quickly, her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes...I understand." She blurts out, voice trembling with excitement and fear. As you release her hair she lets out a small yelp, rubbing the sting from her scalp before turning to face the crowd once more.

"I am nothing but a pathetic semen receptacle," she declares loudly, her heart racing as she speaks the words. "My only purpose is to obey and serve my master." Her eyes meet yours defiantly for an instant before dropping closed, her head bowed in submission. She parts her lips slightly, tilting her chin upward in anticipation of what's to come.

The crowd around you erupts into a cacophony of whispers and gasps; some admiring your dominance, others simply awestruck by the scene playing out before them. The woman with the Gyaru styled hair elbows her friend, nodding approvingly at what she sees while the mature voluptuous woman in red leans closer to whisper something provocative into her ear.

Time seems to slow down as your focus narrows on this one woman, so submissive and achingly beautiful despite (or perhaps because of) her humiliation. It's almost enough to make you lose control just from the she

The taste of your saliva fills her mouth as you spit directly into it, and she humiliates herself even further by swallowing every drop without hesitation. Her heart races with both fear and excitement as she takes in the command, wondering just who these men might be that she will have to service over the next week. The thought alone makes her shudder with anticipation.

As you walk away from her, leaving her there on display for the world, she watches your retreating figure with a mixture of lust and desperation. A part of her wants nothing more than to chase after you and beg for more; another part knows that this is only just the beginning of an extraordinary journey into submission and humiliation. And even as she struggles against it, some small, dark part of her is glad to be relieved of the burden of choice.

The train arrives with a screech of brakes and the echoing announcement in Japanese. You hop onto it, taking a seat as people swarm around you. Most noticeably, they notice your now rather sizable erection straining against your pants. Their eyes flicker over to you, their gazes lingering for just a moment too long before darting away nervously or blatantly staring with lust in their eyes.

The woman who was spit upon and humiliated at the park is already here, sitting several rows behind you. She can feel the weight of every pair of eyes on her back as she slides further down in her seat, trying to make herself smaller. But even in her attempts at hiding, she can't deny the excitement that courses through her veins at being the center of so much attention.