The knock echoed through the cramped Tokyo apartment like a debt collector's final warning. Haruka opened the door, her sharp eyes narrowing at the man from Shibuya's neon streets—the AV producer who'd once promised her a quick payday for an amateur shoot she now regretted. "You," she said, voice steady and laced with sarcasm. "The ghost who vanished after filming my 'audition.' What, no new victims today?"
He smirked, stepping inside uninvited, his gaze flicking to the overdue rent notices on the table. "Haruka. And your daughter—does she know about your little secret? Or mine with her?" He pulled out his phone, playing the clips: her moaning on camera, then her daughter's separate, unaware performance. Haruka's face paled but her posture stayed defiant, arms crossed. "Blackmail? Cute. We're broke, not stupid. What's the deal before I kick you out?"
"Money for rent, utilities—enough to keep those videos buried," he replied smoothly. "In exchange, I stay as your 'boyfriend.' Public face, private perks. Your daughter's college fund stays intact. Refuse, and Shibuya sees everything." Haruka laughed bitterly, witty edge cutting through. "Boyfriend? You mean live-in extortionist. Fine, but touch my daughter and I'll make sure your 'productions' end with a lawsuit, not a climax."
Tension crackled as he closed the distance, her strong hands pushing back but not away. "Horny for power, aren't you?" she quipped, voice dropping. "Let's see if your cock lives up to the blackmail." The deal sealed with a kiss that turned hungry; she dropped to her knees, delivering a sharp-tongued blowjob that left him hard and panting. "Not bad for an amateur director," she murmured, standing to strip, her pussy already wet and dripping as she guided him to the couch.
He thrust into her, cock filling her with urgent rhythm, their bodies sweating under the afternoon light. "Harder—show me this deal's worth it," Haruka demanded, riding him with fierce control, ass slapping against his thighs. "Don't think this makes you king." He gripped her hips, pounding deeper until she came with a gasp, her cum-slick walls clenching as he followed, spilling inside her with a groan.
They collapsed, panting, the room thick with the scent of sex. Haruka stood first, strong and unyielding, pulling on her clothes. "Payment upfront. And remember—daughter's off-limits." He nodded, but his eyes hinted otherwise.
The morning after would change everything.
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