Interdimensional Pornstar System

[Do you want to upload ’Fucking the Minds Out of My Girl – PT 1’?]

[Yes] [No]

Kyle didn’t hesitate. He clicked Yes.

He opened his profiles on the major tube sites one by one and began uploading the first part of the recording. The original file had been over two and a half hours long far too much for the average viewer to sit through in one sitting normally. So he had split it into four roughly equal parts and the part he was uploading right now was only the intro to it.

”There it is,” he muttered, watching the upload bar crawl across the screen.

”My first real video. First real step into becoming the best pornstar on the earth!”

The file was several gigabytes. Even with decent internet it took a while. Kyle sat there bouncing his leg, refreshing the page every few seconds like an impatient kid. When the bar finally hit 100% and the video went live, a familiar system window materialized right in front of his face in an instant.

[Congratulations, User. You have completed your first Main Quest!]

[Your rewards have been credited to your accounts. Please check out to see them.]

*Ting.*

Almost at the exact same moment his phone buzzed with a bank notification.

[Your Acc xxx3490 has been credited with $15,000]

Kyle stared at the screen.

”Holy fuck... finally.”

The word came out as a long, shaky breath of pure relief. For months the debt had been sitting on his chest like a concrete slab. Late fees, collection calls, the constant low-grade panic every time he checked his balance. it had all been slowly crushing him. Fifteen thousand dollars from the system in one shot meant he could finally breathe again.

”Alright... let’s check the rest of the rewards.”

[Stat Points Available: 2]

He opened his inventory next. Sitting there quietly was the item he had been most curious about since the quest completed.

[Random Skill Unlock Card]

A single-use card that would grant him one completely random skill. He turned it over in his mental inventory for a few seconds, then closed the window.

”Not yet. I’ll save it. No point rolling something random when I don’t even know what I need.”

Even though he was most excited for but he had realized that using the skill card right now isn’t useful yet. So, he put using it on the hold for now.

But he spent the two stat points immediately.

[Strength: 5 → 6]

[Stamina: 3 → 4]

No overthinking. He wanted to get stronger and last longer as fast as humanly possible. Slow grinding wasn’t in his plans.

After that he opened his banking app and went to work. Personal loans, the worst of the credit cards, overdue bills, the aggressive interest that had been eating him alive — ten thousand dollars vanished in a few decisive transfers. He moved another $2,500 into a fixed deposit for savings and left the remaining $2,500 as liquid spending money.

When it was done he just sat there staring at the new balances.

”Now I own Lira her dinner I promised I will treat her to if I succeeded,” he muttered to the empty room.

For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel like a black hole. He had a job. He had the system. He had a real way to make money. If the video gained any traction at all, things could get even better.

”I pray that this video goes viral too and I end up becoming millionaire overnight!”

Then he glanced at the clock in the corner of his monitor.

7:32 p.m.

”Fuck!”

He still wasn’t dressed for his shift. The walk alone would take almost twenty minutes. He cursed himself for losing track of time, threw on his work clothes in a rush, and bolted out the door.

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Lira stood behind the counter of the convenience store with her usual bright, professional smile. Most of the customers who came through were normal people just grabbing snacks or drinks on their way home. Some, however, were not.

The man currently standing in front of her belonged firmly in the second category.

He was nearly six feet tall, with a crooked, mean-looking face and a silver piercing through his lower lip. The heavy smell of cheap alcohol rolled off him in waves so strong it made her eyes water slightly.

”Hey missy,” he said, leaning on the counter with a greasy smile.

”You got some lovely racks on you, know that? Why don’t you stop selling this other shit and just sell those melons instead? I’d pay good money to feel ’em.”

Lira’s expression didn’t change.

”Sir, your total is $3.65. Will you be paying with cash or card?”

She had dealt with this exact type of man more times than she could count. Drunk. Entitled. Looking for any kind of reaction. The fastest and safest way to make them leave was usually to give them absolutely nothing because any engagement would only boost their confidence and would end up making things worse.

”I wanna pay with my dick,” the man continued, voice getting louder.

”Bet that fat brown pussy of yours could swipe it real nice.”

He leaned further over the counter, sour breath washing over her face as he tried to get closer.

Lira’s voice stayed calm and even.

”Sir, please leave the premises immediately or I will call the police and report you for sexual harassment.”

Silence had failed. It was time for the second method.

The man’s already ugly face twisted into something uglier.

”You ungrateful bitch,” he snarled.

”I was being nice. Offering you a spot on my dick. And you’re acting all high and mighty?”

His voice rose until other customers at the back of the store started glancing over.

”I should just force-fuck that fat brown pussy until you learn some goddamn manners!”

His hand shot out toward her chest, fingers open and grabbing.

”!”

Before his hand could get anywhere near her, someone seized his wrist in a grip so hard the bones ground together.

The man’s eyes went wide with sudden pain.

”You son of a bitch.”

Kyle’s voice was low, cold, and shaking with barely controlled anger.

”How dare you try to touch her.”

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