Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

The cold chill of the air-conditioner nearly freezes my bare ass as I lie flat on my chest on the bed, my mouth hanging wide open because I can’t close it. I’m unable to move a single fiber of my being.

Sprawled beside me is Lola, her arms and upper body wrapped tightly around me. She’s equally exhausted, snoring loudly with drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.

Mustering all my strength, I get up. The moment I stand on my feet, my legs begin to wobble and shake on their own.

Damn. I have never been this drained. I don’t know how long it’s been, but I’ve been having sex with Lola for several hours straight. It was different with Mira, even when I used toys on her. But with Lola, it’s nonstop for hours. Her pussy is so exquisite that I keep fucking her until I run out of semen and we both pass out from exhaustion.

I look over at Lola’s body—there’s a pool of semen right below her pussy. It isn’t just that spot; the entire bed is soaked with our fluids.

Suddenly my vision blurs and the system panel appears before my eyes.

[Congratulations! You have completed a hidden quest by having sex with three different races. You’re now an Amateur Pornstar.]

[You have completed the criteria for Rank-E.]

[You have upgraded to Rank-E.]

[Your stamina has increased. Your strength has increased. Your agility has also increased.]

[You have received a reward for ranking up in such a short time.]

[Reward: (1) Consumable Card "Mana Control"]

Wait, what the hell?

I rub my eyes to check if I’m hallucinating, but I’m not. At the same time, I notice my fatigue is already gone, replaced by simple muscle soreness—like the kind you get from overworking at the gym.

Wow.

My strength seems to have greatly increased. Unfortunately, my system doesn’t give exact stat numbers. I guess it varies depending on the situation. I can check the difference with machines later. Previously, my average lifting capacity is one hundred kilograms, and when really pushing myself, I cap out at two hundred kilograms maximum.

This completes my thesis. Certain things need to be triggered to level up my Class. It’s like a puzzle that has to be solved which makes it a double-edged sword. Know how to play the puzzle and you become crazy strong. Fail to figure it out and you die old in one low-level rank no matter how hard you try, regardless of your class, unless you hit that trigger.

I glance over at Lola to confirm she’s still sleeping. Just as I thought, she’s deep in her sleep.

"Card Appear."

"Appear Card."

Ah, excitement gets the best of me and I forget how it’s usually done.

Then I visualize the consumable card appearing before me.

Instantly, a floating blue card appears. When I try touching it, my hand passes straight through like nothing is there.

[Would You Like To Consume This Card?]

Yes!

[Card has been consumed. You have gained Mana enlightenment. You now have profound control of Mana.]

After the message appears, I try sensing something in the air and instantly notice the waves of energy surrounding me. No—the waves of energy radiating from every single item in the room: the walls, ceiling, bed, every nook and cranny. The way it moves in that wavy pattern is beautiful!

So... this is Mana.

A smile creeps onto my face as I try controlling the energy. I can only manage a minuscule amount, but I coat it around my fingers, make it dance on my palm, and even form weird shapes with it.

My smile grows wider as I finally realize what this means.

Having profound Mana Control doesn’t mean having vast knowledge about Mana. They are two different things. It’s like knowing how to perfectly drive a nail into wood but not knowing how to build furniture. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Either way, this is a good thing to have. Knowing how to perfectly control Mana. Is this supposed to be normal? I’ll stylishly ask Aleena about her Class and see if she got something like that. Lilith, who has a similar Class to mine, always looks at me strangely when I try explaining certain things to her.

I stretch my body and glance at Lola once again, wondering how she can be so sweet. I seem to have a soft spot for her for two reasons. First, she seems like a trustworthy person, and secondly, she knows how to care for her man.

Even though we barely met, she treats me so nicely that I start doubting if she has ulterior motives. But that’s just who she is.

I take my phone and finally check the time.

[6:59]

It’s already morning. So we ended up going at it throughout the evening, night, and till dawn.

I go into the bathroom and shower. Once done, I pick some gym wear from the closet and head outside.

I hit the gym, do a few workouts, and come back out. Although I met a few people inside—some of the signees of Studio 11, including the newly signed females from the audition day but I decide to ignore them today.

[8:00]

As I head back to Lola’s dorm, I suddenly run into Lasawani. She’s wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, which have quickly become my favorite style on her.

"Hey, Jacob! I already looked for you at Lola’s dorm but she’s still sleeping and I couldn’t find you there," Lasawani says with a bright smile as she blocks my path, holding a document in her hands.

"I went to the gym. Is there any problem?" I ask calmly.

"Fufufu, there’s a problem but it’s a good problem. The boss liked your video shoot with Lola and complimented you. She said your next shoot will be with a top actress from this studio. I don’t know who that top act will be, but it’s not me," Lasawani tells me. I simply raise my brows.

I have always been hearing about the boss. They refer to her as a female, but I don’t know what she looks like. She’s a mysterious person only Lasawani and the directors of the studio know.

"Should I be worried now that I’ll be milked like a stallion by the corporation?"

"No—no, you can always decline, but it would be a great opportunity to accept the role. Besides, the boss ordered us to upload the video of you and Lola on our official page as well as both of your pages. The reason I came looking for you is because of Lola," Lasawani says with a serious expression.

"Lola? What’s wrong with her?"

"Well, she came to meet me before the shoot started and asked if she could only shoot with you exclusively. Since that doesn’t break our contract, I didn’t give her a response and decided to ask for your consent first," Lasawani says, her face still serious.

"Oh... She told me about it yesterday. There is no problem. If she wants to shoot only with me, that’s fine. It would limit her royalties, but that shouldn’t matter if she captivates a lot of fans," I reply.

Lasawani flashes me a wry smile.

"I see. So you like Lola. No wonder you two locked yourselves up and fucked the shit out of each other. I saw Lola’s state—she looks really happy. I wish I could be in her position," Lasawani says while licking her lips and trying to get closer.

"Thank you, Lasawani. I’ll get going, I need to return home," I say, power-walking away from her.

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After getting away from Lasawani, I headed straight home, taking a public carriage on the way.

I enter the living room and lock the door behind me, my face twisting in shock. The living room is sparkling clean, not a single speck of dust in sight. The only logical explanation is that Aleena cleaned it. But that’s exactly what makes it so shocking, because recently she’s been doing a lot of house chores—from cooking and now to cleaning.

It seems abnormally strange to me because Aleena is usually too busy with work to even do anything.

I climb up the stairs and head to her room, then knock on the door. In a few seconds, she opens it slightly and swings it wide when she sees me before suddenly running into my arms.

I hug her back, my hands running across the bare skin of her back as she’s wearing a purple shimmy and small shorts.

"Welcome back home... Why didn’t you reply to my calls yesterday?" She asks as she finally breaks our hug.

"I was tired after the shoot, so I slept off," I reply. She pulls me into her room, locking the door behind us.

I simply sit on the couch while she sits on the bed opposite me, her face flushed with a hint of nervousness.

"Aleena, I have something to ask you," I say. The next moment, a huge pouch containing several gold coins appears in my hand as I remove it from my inventory.

"T-THAT... ISN’T IT TOO SOON TO ASK FOR MY HAND IN MARRIAGE?" Aleena stutters heavily, her face turning a deep shade of red upon seeing the gold coins.

"WAIT—IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!" I try to explain, but Aleena has already misinterpreted my actions and is very embarrassed right now.