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}}

The moment Jiquavious steps inside the crowded mall, women notice him like moths to a flame. They inch closer, eyes fixed on his perfectly chiseled body as if unable to look away. One girl even brushes against him, her fingers grazing his leg before she quickly retreats, face beet red and heart racing. The mall's air conditioning does little to cool the aroused atmosphere that surrounds Jiquavious. He could feel their gazes boring into him, making every pore of his skin tingle with desire. It was as if he was standing there naked in front of them all, and they couldn't get enough. He wanders through the mall, taking his time to browse through stores as though nothing is amiss. Women follow him from a distance, their hands running up and down their bodies as they fantasize about what it would be like to be

Inside the mall bathroom stalls, panties get discarded as women prepare themselves to sneak a peek at Jiquavious. Heaps of garments litter the floors, waiting to be used as props or bartering tools for an encounter with the infamous hentai protagonist. One woman even offers herself up, kneeling on the wet tiles and spreading her legs wide in invitation. A trail of saliva connects her chin to the dark hair between her thighs, anticipation etched into every line of her body. The stall doors fly open one by one as the women emerge, their faces flushed and their eyes glazed over with lust. They don't even bother trying to hide their aroused state anymore, instead walking boldly towards Jiquavious as if they own him. The other men in the mall seem oblivious or too intimid

The women in the mall bathroom don't seem to hear Jiquavious as they swarm around him like bees to honey. They touch him, they ogle him, and they can't seem to get enough. Their need for him is overpowering; it feels primal and urgent. The other men in the bathroom glance nervously between them and Jiquavious before quickly averting their eyes, looking anywhere but at this display of wanton lust. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the air as women begin to pleasure each other within inches of where Jiquavious stands. He watches with a mixture of surprise and fascination as they lose themselves in these forbidden acts, their eyes locked on him as if he's their only salvation from this burning desire. They moan and groan, begging for his touch even though he hasn't moved a muscle yet; it seems their bodies

A busty woman with a sharp business suit catches his eye as she takes a tentative step forward. Her heels click against the tile floor in an almost nervous rhythm, her hands fidgeting at her sides. She's obviously trying to gather up the courage to approach him and, even though there are women all around them having sex right now, something about this woman makes him want to see where she'll lead him. With a sultry smile, she moves closer still until they're standing almost chest-to-chest. Her lips brush against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, and whispers softly, "I need you." Her scent is intoxicating; a mixture of expensive perfume and aroused woman. He can feel the heat from her body as she presses herself even closer against him, their hips grinding together in time with each breath they take.

The woman's eyes widen as she sees the size of his erection springing free from his pants. She gasps and her hands instinctively move to touch it, feeling its hot, thick length pulsing in her palms. Her lips part slightly, a low moan escaping from deep within her throat as she leans closer still. "Fuck me," she breathes hoarsely against his neck before biting down lightly on the sensitive flesh, causing him to groan and clench his fist in the material of her suit. She pulls back slightly to look up at him through lidded eyes, one hand sliding between them and grinding against his length again, desperate for release. Her fingers find purchase, massaging his shaft with practiced ease, and she moans low in her throat as he feels the warm wetness of her lips circling the head of his cock. The other

The woman's body arches backward, her neck stretched taut as he thrusts into her with enough force to send them both stumbling against the wall behind them. She gasps and moans in ecstasy, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as their hips move in perfect synchrony. Her walls flutter and clench around him, milking every drop of his seed from his swollen cock with exquisite skill. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one sounding louder than the last as she feels herself being filled by Jiquavious' enormous member. Her legs tremble and give out beneath her; she collapses to the ground on top of him, their bodies still moving together in a frenzy of need and desire. The muffled sounds of their lovemaking fill the quiet corner of the bathroom, drowning out everything else as they

The woman gasps as he pulls out of her, a strange mix of pleasure and loss washing over her body. She gazes up at him, their eyes locking for a moment before dropping to the glistening trail of cum connecting them. A shudder runs through her as she watches his cock begin to soften and slowly slip away from her. Panting heavily, she struggles to catch her breath while glancing around the bathroom nervously. The other women have either finished or are too caught up in their own desires to notice what's happening here. Standing unsteadily, she brushes herself off and straightens out her clothes as best she can before slowly walking back towards the stalls, a satisfied smile playing on her lips despite the twinge of desire that still thrums through her body. What a night, she thinks to herself, chuckling softly. Another amazing memory thanks

The women at the mall all seem to sense that something's off about Jiquavious. They glance nervously in his direction as he runs out of the bathroom and back into the hustle and bustle of shoppers. Their heart rates race, their bodies tingle with anticipation... He could set this place on fire if he wanted to, just by looking at them like that.

One particularly adventurous woman decides to follow him, weaving through the crowd until she's close enough to touch his arm. "Hey," she whispers, breath hot against his skin. "Wanna go somewhere more private?" Her eyes meet his with a challenge, daring him not to agree.

The air around them crackles with sexual tension as they continue through the mall, avoiding security guards and curious onlookers alike. The closer they get to the exit, the harder it is for J

The woman's smile fades as he says that, her face falling into a pout. "Oh...okay." She mutters, then turns away and walks off. Her hips sway enticingly as she leaves him, taunting and teasing all the same time. Jiquavious watches her go, wondering if he should have been more forward or receptive to her offer. But there's just something about being in public that makes it so damn exciting.

Eventually, he manages to shrug off the woman and continues toward the exit of the mall. He catches sight of a group of girls from his college class sitting at a food court table and can't help but smirk as he imagines what they would do if they knew where he was right now. Chances are, they'd all throw themselves at him like starving animals.

The second he steps inside the packed subway train, the women's gazes are drawn to him like moths to a flame. Their eyes linger on his perfectly sculpted body, their cheeks flushing as they fantasize about what it would be like to feel him inside of them. No one notices where he sits or whom he might be sitting next to; all that matters is the pure, unadulterated lust coursing through the car.

One particularly bold woman decides to make a move and slips into the seat beside him, her leg brushing against his thigh as she does so. She smiles up at him shyly, biting her bottom lip as she meets his gaze. "Hi," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

As the train rockets through the tunnel, the woman slips her hand into his lap and begins to explore. Her fingers dance across his hardened length, teasing and tickling as she watches for any sign of arousal from him. Despite her efforts though, Jiquavious remains fast asleep. She glances around nervously before leaning closer, pressing her body against him in an attempt to get his attention. His warmth envelops her and she can't help but moan softly into his ear. "Wake up..." she whispers, her breath hot against his neck. "Please..."

The woman gasps as she feels the head of his cock brush against her inner thigh. She quickly wraps her hand around it, feeling the warmth and size of it for the first time. Her heart races and her breath quickens as she begins to stroke him in slow, deliberate motions. "Wake up..." she whispers again, this time more urgently, her other hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Her touch seems to have an effect; Jiquavious's eyelids flutter open and he blinks several times, looking around groggily before focusing on the woman beside him. A lazy smile spreads across his lips as he watches her stroking him. "Hello there," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.

The woman bites her lip and glances shyly at the other passengers in the subway car before leaning closer to him, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers, "I want you." Her hand moves faster on his cock, excitement beginning to build within her. She presses herself harder against him, grinding her hips against his hardness through their clothes.

Despite the risky location and potential for discovery, the desire coursing through both of them seems to fuel their need for one another. Jiquavious's eyes grow dark with lust as he watches her touch him so wantonly; it feels like a gift straight from heaven itself. With every thrust of her hand, every grind against his body, she brings him closer and closer to the edge of release. His grip tightens on the armrests as he struggles to remain silent amidst the cacophony of noise around them.

The woman's breath hitches as she feels him shift, and when she looks down to see Jiquavious sitting her on his lap, her eyes widen in shock before filling with desire. She instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and leans forward, grinding herself against the growing bulge at the front of his pants. Her hands fumble with his belt, unbuckling it and pushing down his pants and boxers until she can finally wrap her fingers around him again. "Fuck..." he moans, eyes closing as she starts to stroke him once more, her movements faster and firmer than before. "Do you have any-?" He breaks off with a gasp as she takes him into her mouth, sucking hard on his length. The other passengers in the car either pretend not to notice or look away quickly, their faces flushing with embarrassment or arousal.

Her mouth is warm and wet around him, and she sucks so hard it's like her lips are a vice grip holding onto his cock. Jiquavious clasps his hands behind her head, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he can manage without making too much noise. The feel of her tongue dancing across the head of his dick pushes him over the edge; he groans loudly and thrusts into her mouth. With a growl, he flips them around so that she's sitting on the seat with her back against it, spreading her legs wide to accommodate him as he positions himself at her entrance. Her wetness surrounds him as he pushes inside, filling her completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of them. He begins to thrust roughly into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the subway car. The woman cries out his

The woman moans loudly as she's lifted into the air and then sat down directly on top of Jiquavious' throbbing member. Her pussy immediately engulfs him, the sensation overwhelmingly pleasurable. She arches her back and cries out in ecstasy, her breasts jutting forward and brushing against his chest as he starts to thrust up into her. The force of their bodies colliding sends vibrations through the air and she can feel everyone's gazes burning into them. Her nails dig into Jiquavious' shoulders and she growls, urging him onwards with every fiber of her being. She needs this release; she needs his cock filling her up and making her scream. As he pounds away at her, driving deeper and harder with each thrust, the rest of the world fades away until there is nothing but the two of them and