Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

I entered the room Aleena and I are sharing and noticed she’s already sleeping. Even the screen of her phone is still turned on, showing she was in the process of texting me before she dozed off.

Recently, she’s been sleeping a lot and having shorter sex sessions, which means she’s pregnant just like she said. But the goal is to get her pregnant a second time and achieve a double pregnancy, thus winning the bet.

Every hour, every minute, and every second counts, so I won’t waste any opportunity.

I quickly climb onto the bed, shift her panties to the side, and fuck her pussy which gets wet on its own before I ejaculate inside her. Throughout the whole process, she doesn’t wake up fully but somehow moans.

Just like that, the night passed...

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It’s the second day. A knock on the door jolts me awake. When I look to the side, I don’t see Aleena there again.

"Who’s there?" I ask in a groggy voice.

"Open the door, kid. Your wife is out there while you are still sleeping!"

That voice... old man Zane.

I quickly get up from the bed and open the door. As expected, I see old man Zane there.

"Good morning, Grandpa," I greet him and he tries to hug me but suddenly stops, his eyes widening as if he saw a ghost.

I follow his eyes and notice he was staring at the massive bulge inside my underwear, looking at my morning erection like a monster.

Usually, I would have used Aleena’s pussy to calm it down but she’s nowhere to be found.

"You! Cover that thing!" He grunts and turns his face away while I run and scramble for shorts to wear over my underwear.

Once done, the old man lets out a sigh.

"You, this kid, why do you have everything? I have lived for hundreds of years and don’t even have half of that. I think I know why my granddaughter is in love," he says, shaking his head wearily.

I don’t reply and just scratch my head in embarrassment.

"Hey, kid. Are you just going to stand there? Our families are outside, the females are dressing up the bride. Since you didn’t bring your friends along, the men wanted to come help you style your suit but I rejected it because Aleena said you are usually uncomfortable around unfamiliar faces," Zane reveals.

"Really?!" I ask in shock.

"Sure, she said that. Now, quickly, go take a bath," the old man shoos me to the bathroom and I just laugh while I take a shower.

Seriously, even though Aleena’s family are a bit weird, they’ve been good to me. At this moment, I feel kind of bad cucking my father-in-law. But who could resist such a tempting body and a woman starving for sex.

If anything, I did him a favor by servicing his wife.

Once I am done bathing, I start dressing up, wearing my suit. Thanks to the old man styling me up, I wouldn’t have worn it properly. There’s another eleven attire that me and Aleena would wear later too.

While the old man styles me, a knock suddenly comes on the door and he goes to open it. There stands Pico wearing large shoes, skin-tight pants and a long-sleeve top that has bunny designs. On her head she also wears a headband. Seriously, I have never seen Pico this cute and what makes her even cuter is her extremely petite appearance, rivaling Aleena.

"Master!" She exclaims and rushes past the old man, hugging me.

Old man Zane raises his eyebrows first but calms down after remembering that he’s seen Pico before.

Pico separates from me while I pat her head and she looks at me. "Master, some people came looking for you, saying they are your friends. I have never seen them before which is why I came to ask," Pico reveals.

"Friends? I don’t have any friends. Who could they be?" I mutter, trying to remember where I made any friends.

"Did you just say friends?!" Old man Zane exclaims, rushing over to us.

"Yes," Pico nods.

"Tell them to come inside! He needs friends!" Old man Zane says, pushing Pico to go.

Once Pico is gone, I look back at the old man.

"Seriously, I don’t have any friends." I sigh.

"That’s so bad. I understand you were wary of people but avoiding them too is also bad. Having friends is not so bad, you just have to look for the right ones," he says, stroking his small beard when suddenly, the door opens up and two people enter along with Pico, smiles plastered on their faces.

"Lasawani!" I exclaim in shock, looking at the silver-haired woman wearing a dress that brings out her outstanding curves and proportions that would make any man gulp. What makes her even cuter and more mesmerizing is the choker she is wearing on her neck.

"M-Master~" she mutters in a low voice barely above a whisper, her face tinged red while avoiding my gaze.

"Master?" Pico mutters in shock, looking at Lasawani with contempt before looking back at me and pouting, feigning annoyance. Maybe she really is angry.

"Hey, why is she looking at you like that? Is she your lover?" Old man Zane asks, whispering in my ear.

"Kind of," I reply awkwardly and the old man pats my back. He doesn’t seem angry one bit but looks proud instead. I had studied him and figured he is a man of culture himself which is why I easily opened up to him.

Then my eyes fall on the person next to Lasawani, a young human male, likely around my age. He is about five foot two inches with a stocky body and muscular build. He has black eyes and jet-black hair, slicked down with a lot of gel which he obviously didn’t use sparingly. He is also wearing a black tuxedo suit. The last thing about him that makes my eyes widen is the pair of glasses perched on his nose.

"M-Max!" I mutter, almost exclaiming in shock. This is the cameraman from our studio, SlimyMyriad.

We had a conversation a few times and he usually admires my acting but we were never close. Seeing him here leaves me in shock.

I walk forward while Max also walks forward with a smile and we shake hands before he gives me a brotherly hug and pats my back.

"Bro, you are having a wedding and you didn’t tell me, how could you do that?! I thought Erin was your fiancee," he says in shock while I look sideways to see if the old man heard what he said but surprisingly the old man bends his back and looks away as if he heard nothing.

I just smile. This man really is cultured.