Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

"Of course," I say, smiling. "Are you currently in a party?"

"I’m not in a party right now," she says, shaking her head as her ears droop slightly. "I’m a solo adventurer. No party wants someone with my class. They think I’ll just slow them down or become a distraction. And I still can’t afford the fee to start my own party."

I lean forward slightly, locking eyes with her. "Then if I create a party... would you join me?"

Roku’s eyes light up instantly.

"Yes!" she blurts out without hesitation, her voice bursting with excitement. She jumps to her feet so quickly that her chair screeches loudly across the floor. "Thank you, Jacob! You have no idea how much this means to—"

In her excitement, she steps toward me too fast and misjudges the distance. Her foot catches the edge of the rug, and she stumbles forward with a startled yelp.

I react immediately, opening my arms. Roku crashes straight into me. Her huge, soft breasts slam heavily into my hands, the thin crop top barely hiding their warmth and weight. I feel her hard nipples press against my palms through the fabric of her bra. Her tall, muscular body pushes against mine while her grey tail instinctively curls around my leg. The sweet, musky scent of fur and sweat fills my nose.

A slow grin spreads across my lips.

I don’t waste a second. The instant our bodies make proper contact, I activate Lust Touch.

The effect kicks in immediately.

Roku’s breath catches hard in her throat. Her golden eyes widen, pupils dilating as a violent wave of arousal tears through her body. A deep blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. Her ripped abs tense visibly, and her thick thighs squeeze together. I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest.

"Ah... haaah..." she gasps shakily. Her large breasts rise and fall heavily in my hands as her breathing turns uneven and ragged.

I keep my palms firmly on her chest, slowly squeezing her breasts while maintaining contact. Roku shivers violently, a soft needy whimper slipping from her throat. Her nipples stiffen into hard peaks beneath my palms. I can already smell the sharp musky scent of arousal beginning to leak from between her thighs.

She doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she leans even harder into me, like her legs can barely support her anymore. Her golden eyes glaze over with raw lust as she stares up at me, her lips slightly parted and cheeks burning red.

I smirk faintly and say in a low and teasing voice. "Careful there, Roku. You practically threw yourself into my arms."

She tries to answer, but only another shaky moan escapes her lips. Then, before I can say anything else, she surges forward and crashes her mouth against mine. She kisses me desperately, greedily sucking on my tongue while her tall, powerful body presses tightly into mine. I kiss her back just as aggressively, one hand squeezing her massive breast through the thin crop top while the other drifts across her rock-hard abs, tracing the long scar running over her abdomen.

"Mmmph...!" Roku moans loudly into my mouth, the vibration running straight across my tongue.

Her grey tail wraps tightly around my waist, pulling me even closer. I slide my hand lower, slipping it beneath her short skirt. My fingers brush over her panties. They’re already completely soaked, her juices coating my fingertips instantly. The heat radiating from her pussy is intense.

I knead her heavy breast harder, pinching her stiff nipple between my fingers while rubbing her drenched slit through the soaked fabric. Roku trembles violently, her ripped abs tightening beneath my touch as she grinds herself against my hand.

Then I suddenly pull back and stand up, stepping away from her.

Roku’s eyes snap open wide, immediately turning glossy and teary, like she’s seconds away from crying from the sudden rejection. Her ears droop low, and her tail goes still.

"We should save this for the actual shoot," I say calmly, wiping her juices from my fingers.

For a moment, she looks completely heartbroken, her cheeks burning red and lips swollen from our kiss. I never planned to fuck her here in the office anyway. I only wanted to build intimacy and make sure she stayed wet, needy, and focused during the shoot. Judging from how soaked she is and how desperately she kissed me, the plan is already working perfectly.

Right then, the office door swings open.

Lasawani steps inside and clears her throat loudly. Her eyes flick from Roku’s flushed face and wrinkled crop top to me. A knowing smirk tugs at her lips.

"The set’s ready," she announces. "Today’s shoot will be short and simple. No outfit changes needed. Once you get there, you’ll both read through the script together."

Roku hurriedly tries to compose herself, smoothing down her crop top and skirt even though the wet patch in her panties is probably still obvious.

I nod toward Lasawani.

The three of us leave the office and head down the hallway toward the shooting set. The moment we step inside, I spot Max, the cameraman, adjusting his equipment. As soon as he notices me, his face lights up. He walks over quickly and grabs my hand with excitement.

"Milf_Hunter! Man, I’ve seriously been looking forward to your shoot. I was supposed to be on leave today, but the second I heard you were coming in, I canceled it immediately."

I laugh awkwardly and pat his shoulder. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

In one corner, the grumpy director sits flipping through a thick script, heavy dark bags hanging under his eyes. Nearby, another worker adjusts a long comfortable couch, making the set resemble a cozy modern living room.

The director rises and walks over to us. He gives a tired but genuine smile before handing a script to both Roku and me.

"Here’s the script. Read through it quickly. Jacob, I want this shoot to be just as exciting as your last one. The recent performances have been disappointing, so I’m really looking forward to seeing what you two bring today."

Then he glances at Lasawani and waves a dismissive hand.

"You can leave now."

Lasawani frowns. "But I—"

"This is my set," the director cuts in firmly. "You don’t get to act superior here."

Lasawani glares at him, mutters a string of curses under her breath, then storms off the set and slams the door behind her.