Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

I walk through the automatic glass doors and head straight for the elevators. The lobby hums with activity — staff rushing between departments, crew members hauling equipment, and beautiful women in revealing outfits chatting in small circles. I ride the elevator up to the eleventh floor.

The doors slide open with a soft ding. The instant I step out, I feel dozens of eyes settle on me. The entire floor is packed with fresh talent. I barely recognize any of these girls. They must have signed recently. A group whispers excitedly as I pass, their gazes hungry and curious. I catch a fox girl with multiple swaying tails biting her lip, a dark-skinned demoness with glowing runes spilling across her cleavage staring openly, and a pair of cat-woman twins giggling while eyeing me in curiosity from head to toe. Honestly, it feels like they signed actual hoes this time around. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Near the center of the open floor, I spot one familiar face. Shaba stands confidently, talking to a cluster of the new girls.

One of the women beside him grabs my attention immediately. A massive cyclops that towers over the others, easily seven feet tall with an absurdly voluptuous body. Her single large eye locks onto me instantly. Smooth pale blue skin glows beneath the lights, while her massive breasts strain against a cropped top above wide, fertile hips. She gives me a slow, seductive wink, her full lips curling into a knowing smile.

I discreetly wink back before Shaba notices. The cyclops’ eye gleams with interest. I make a mental note to remember her later. For some reason, she immediately piques my curiosity.

I continue down the hallway toward Lasawani’s office. The scent of perfume, mana residue, and raw sexual tension hangs thick in the air. Seriously, this place always feels saturated with lust. I can even hear muffled moans coming from ongoing shoots. My cock twitches faintly in my pants as I think about the new girl waiting for me. Lasawani said I should have seen her before. Who the hell could it be?

I reach Lasawani’s office door and pause briefly before stepping inside. Her eyes widen the second she sees me, lighting up with raw excitement. She rises from her chair like an eager puppy, grinning from ear to ear as she hurries over. She’s dressed in a sharp business suit — the jacket and blouse cling tightly to her full figure, while the skirt hugs her wide hips and thick thighs like a second skin.

The moment she gets close enough, I seize her throat with a firm grip, using just enough force to make her gasp. I shove her backward until her legs hit the couch, and she drops onto it with a soft bounce. Without hesitation, I yank her jacket and blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her large breasts spill free, barely restrained by a delicate purple floral bra.

"I’m going to give you the reward you’ve been working so hard for," I say, my voice low and rough.

Lasawani’s eyes widen with shock and delight. Her cheeks flush crimson as she stares up at me. "M-Master..." she whimpers instinctively. "I await your reward."

I smirk, tightening my grip on her neck slightly. "Good girl. I like that you know you’re my little slave." I lean closer. "I saw how hard you’ve been promoting me on the eleventh floor. Consider this your compensation."

Lasawani trembles beneath me, her breathing already ragged. I glance down at her tight skirt and grin. "I hope that pussy is already wet for me."

She doesn’t even wait for me to undress her. With shaking hands, she unzips her skirt and pushes it down her legs along with her panties. The second the fabric comes off, I see how drenched she is. Even through a panty liner, her juices soaked completely through, leaving glossy strands connecting her pussy to the fabric. Thick, clear nectar trickles down her thighs.

I chuckle darkly. "Such a lewd bitch."

Lasawani bites her lip, her eyes hazy with lust. "I’ve been starving for your cock, Master. I get this wet every time I think about you... or see you. I can’t control it."

Fuck. It’s almost insane how perverted she is. Getting this soaked just from thinking about my cock?

I pull my pants down and free my hardened cock. Lasawani spreads her legs immediately without being told, presenting her dripping pussy to me. I position myself and slam into her hard, burying every inch inside her scorching, slick cunt in a single thrust.

"Ahhhn—!!" she cries loudly, her back arching off the couch.

Then I fuck her relentlessly. Wet, filthy slaps echo through the office as I pound her soaked pussy. Her heavy breasts bounce wildly against her bra. I reach down and yank the cups lower, letting them spill out completely so I can watch them jiggle with every brutal thrust.

Just as the pressure builds and I feel myself nearing release, Lasawani notices immediately. Her voice turns desperate. "Please, Master! Cum inside me! Fill me up!"

I say nothing. At the last second, I pull out and stroke my cock furiously. Thick ropes of cum blast across her face. One splashes against her cheek, another lands across her lips, while several more coat her tits and neck. Lasawani moans shamelessly, her tongue slipping out to catch whatever she can.

When I finish, she gazes up at me with a needy, submissive expression, cum dripping down her face. "Why... why didn’t you cum inside me, Master?" she asks softly, almost pouting.

I smirk. I smack her soaked pussy sharply with my palm, making her jolt and whimper. Then I shove two fingers deep inside her, curling them roughly. Her entire body shudders violently as fresh juices gush around my fingers.

"Don’t ever tell me what to do again," I warn coldly.

Lasawani trembles, her eyes fluttering weakly. "Yes, Master..." she whispers obediently, sounding completely broken.

I pull my fingers free, wipe them against her thigh, and stand. I tuck my cock away and pull my pants back up. Switching to a calm, professional smile like nothing happened, I glance down at the cum-covered mess sprawled across the couch.

"So," I say casually, "who’s the new girl I’ll be shooting with today?"