Derek Walker's AV Debut
I've produced quite a few AVs. The ones I uploaded to Credit.com had mostly settled into the top sales ranks.
But this was my first time filming a full-on AV like this. The stuff on Credit.com was mostly hidden cam footage shot through the Surveillance Eye.
Never imagined I'd be shooting AV in a real studio—and in the Solari World of all places. Well, becoming a male AV actor is a blast no matter the world.
I watched some AV actor YouTubers back in the day, and they raved about the job satisfaction. Makes sense—you get to tangle with hot actresses all day.
Sure, hobbies turn sour when they become work, but where else can you find something as fun as sex?
"Hngh...! You devil! What do you plan to do to me?"
Isabel delivered her line with a face pale as death.
The shame and humiliation etched on her features weren't just acting. For her, this whole situation was pure mortification.
At least she could console herself that her identity was hidden. Not that it mattered—I'd already blown her cover.
Truth is, I was the one who lured her here. The day I visited Isabel and Count Kengor's mansion, I met Pushi and declared I'd invest big in his AV business. Handed over 500 gold upfront. This venture was worth every coin.
Investors are kings in any world. With my 500-gold stake, I had Pushi cast Isabel. Luna greased the wheels perfectly, so everything fell into place smoothly.
I'd planned something more dramatic if she clung to her pride, but luckily her family bonds ran deep. Isabel sold her body willingly for her siblings.
"You know what happened to those haughty bitches who strutted around in front of me? Girls like you, holding their heads high and acting tough—they all ended up shaking their asses like bitches in heat, begging for this! How long can you hold out, huh? Remember this: the honor of House Minolla rests on your slutty shoulders."
"Mmph...! You'll get yours. Divine retribution will strike you down, and you'll meet the most miserable end under the blade of your mortal enemy!"
Her voice carried real emotion there.
Method acting, huh?
Now for the real scene. I strode toward Isabel and reached for her dress.
She instinctively scooted back on her ass, but this cramped cell left her nowhere to flee.
"L-Let go of that!"
Her panicked cry sounded more real than scripted. Mine was real too, of course.
"Forgot your place, have you? You're a bird in a cage, singing prettily for me."
"I-I'm a noble of House... er, Minolla! I won't kneel to scum like you!"
"The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Sucking off highborn sluts like you? One of my favorite hobbies."
Shrrk!
I slowly peeled off her dress. She put up a decent fight, but she couldn't overpower me.
"N-Nooo...!"
Her dress top came off, revealing a blue bra shaped like fluttering butterflies. It suited her nobility perfectly.
"Oh ho. Lingerie for me? Perfect score."
"Who'd wear this for you... Get your hands off! Eek!"
She swatted my hand away with surprising force—more than acting demanded. Still ticklish to me, though.
Defying her pleas, I slowly stripped her further. Bra next.
"Hnggh...!"
Her flawless skin emerged bit by bit. Her breasts were just right—not too big, not too small. They'd looked ample from the outside, and up close? Pure, unadulterated perfection. No fake surprises here. Hidden gems are great, but this hit the spot too.
"Hnggh...! G-Get your hands off...!"
Her sobs weren't fake. That made it hotter.
"All that noble posturing, and you're crumbling this easy? Figures—all bitches are the same. Fine noble pussy you've got, though."
I brought my face to her perky nipple, which poked out invitingly, begging to be sucked. Couldn't resist.
*Slurp!*
"Nnh!?"
Off-script improv. But honestly, it'd be weirder if the script skipped this.
*Slurrrp! Suck! Slurrrp-slurp!*
I devoured her nipple greedily. The crew shot Pushi shocked glances.
"D-Director! That's not in the script, right?"
But Pushi, glued to our scene, waved them off.
"Not in the script, sure—but it's gold! Hot as hell! Keep rolling!"
"Y-Yes, sir...!"
Filming continued. Isabel desperately shoved at my face.
"Th-This isn't in the script... Hnngh...!"
I flicked my tongue to cut her off. Sending a girl over the edge with just nipples? Child's play for me.
Nipples are hyper-sensitive. And for a pure virgin like her down below, the top was virgin territory too.
"Hnnngh...!"
"Sweet moans like a brothel whore. So this is your true nature!"
"N-No...!"
She shook her head in frantic denial.
But she was already a fallen noble lady. Their endings are set in stone.
"Hnnngh...! M-My body's going weird!"
*Squiiiirt!*
Isabel couldn't hold back and squirted. Pushi leaped up, fists clenched in awe.
"Holy shit! Did she really cum!? With just your tongue!?"
The crew gawked at me.
"That actor's no joke."
"Look at that bulge. Damn near twice my size."
"How the hell does he make her cum with tongue alone? Teach me—wife'd love it."
Nothing beats male praise, especially on sexual prowess.
"Hnnngh...!"
Isabel's face melted into bliss. She'd set a rare record: squirting before the main event. Should loosen her nerves nicely.
Main course hasn't even started.
I stripped her dress fully off. Now in panties only. No real resistance left—no time for it.
*Gulp!*
The crew's swallows echoed exaggeratedly. I teased her soaked panties with ad-lib.
"Slutty bitch, huh? Never had one this wet from the start in my collection. Make me happy, and I'll make you wife number 23."
"D-Director, does the devil merchant have that backstory?"
"Hm... Fun twist. Add it from next time."
Droplets of her slick nectar plopped from her panties. Useless as cover now.
I slid them off slowly. Even dazed, her thighs twitched in protest. Last bastion instincts?
"Hngh...! No...!"
"Hm? What?"
"N-No...! Hngh...! I won't! Nooo...!"
Regret kicking in? Face worlds apart from her bold start. Too late—she'd crossed the Rubicon.
"I won't... Mmph!"
I sealed her protests with a kiss. Another off-script play.
*Slurrrp! Smooch! Smooch!*
I caressed her tongue softly. Dialed it mid-deep kiss and light French—too intense might repel. Probably her first kiss ever.
"Mmmph...!"
She shook her head in refusal but didn't bite. Spoke volumes about her character.
I pinned her wriggling tongue with mine, savoring every taste bud with meticulous tenderness.
"Director... Not in the script either, right!?"
"It's fucking brilliant...! Perfect! This is the devil merchant series I envisioned! No cuts—keep filming!"
"Y-Yes!"
The crew captured every second of my tongue ravaging hers. One even shoved the crystal right in our faces.
Broke immersion a bit. Real AV pains, huh?
Luckily, Isabel was lost in the kiss, oblivious. Heroine's what matters in AV.
*Slurp! Slurp! Slurrrp! Slurp!*
If the nipple play shocked her, this kiss soothed. She surrendered, accepting my tongue.
I licked every tooth, every crevice. Faint mint teased my nose. Bliss.
"Hnnngh...!"
Tears like a child's streamed down. But no more "stop" pleas. Total surrender? Or too dazed from the kiss? Either way, as long as we kept rolling.
"Lips with no loyalty. You're mine now."
"Mmph...!"
No response to my ad-lib. Fine by me—felt like I'd truly broken her.
Acting skill level has risen.
Acting Lv 5 (C-rank)
↳ Gain proficient acting ability.