"Peter, if you don't land a role this month, we're terminating your contract."
The voice was cool and sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of the office.
"This is for your own good. If you stay at Starlight Media, you won't have any room for development." The woman continued, her tone clipped and final. "Also, when do you plan on paying back the three million dollars you borrowed from me?"
The words hit him like a relentless barrage. Peter was utterly confused. One second ago, he was slouched over a keyboard, the scent of stale coffee thick in his nostrils, drowning in overtime. Now… he was here. Why?
A torrent of memories, none of them his own, erupted from the depths of his mind. He quickly realized the impossible truth: he had traveled through time. Within three seconds, a strange sense of calm settled over him as he accepted this new reality.
Blinking, his eyes focused on the woman before him. For a moment, he was stunned. She wore a pair of sleek, professional glasses, yet everything else about her was pure, unadulterated sex appeal. Her body was poured into a hip-hugging skirt the color of blood-red wine, and it was immediately obvious she wore nothing underneath her thin blouse. The fabric did little to hide the proud shape of her breasts or the hard points of her nipples. Below the skirt, a pair of long, pale legs were crossed, so flawless they were almost blinding.
This was Isabella, the CEO of Starlight Media. Even with his mind still reeling, he was certain he'd never mistake that face—or those incredible legs.
Seeing that Peter was speechless, Isabella said nothing more and walked out of the room. Leaning back on the sofa, Peter quickly sorted through the memories of the body's original owner. Soon, a wave of numbness washed over him.
It was a miserable story. How could he be so unlucky? The original owner was the definition of a failed second-generation heir. His parents, once wealthy, had lost everything in a bad business deal and jumped from their office building. They left behind a mountain of debt, but the worst of it was the three million dollars the original Peter had borrowed from his boss, Isabella, in a desperate attempt to save his parents' company. Now, that debt belonged to him.
Peter took a sharp breath. "Damn it, I just got here and I'm already three million in debt! Is there any transmigrator out there with worse luck than me?!" he complained in his mind, but he could only accept the grim situation.
Fortunately, his new body was in prime condition. At 185 centimeters with a clear eight-pack, his handsomeness was on par with A-listers like Mr. Sterling.
"It really follows the law of time travelers," Peter whispered to himself. "Only the handsome are qualified to time travel."
The original owner was a senior at the prestigious Grandview Academy of Arts and had landed a minor role in a web drama thanks to his parents' connections. That was how he got noticed by Starlight Media. He was still young when he borrowed the money from Isabella, and she had lent it without much thought. She never expected that less than a year later, his father would be bankrupt. Peter, whose acting skills were mediocre at best, never got another role. The few auditions the company sent him on were immediate failures. In two years, he had faded from a promising young talent into a complete nobody. Now, Starlight Media was ready to cut him loose. The entertainment industry was a cruel, beautiful, and realistic place.
After calming down, Peter looked at the termination contract Isabella had left on the table. He had one month. If he couldn't find a role, he was out on the street with a three-million-dollar debt hanging over his head. This was starting life in hell mode.
However, since I'm a time traveler, I can't be without a system!
As if on cue, a series of prompts chimed in his mind.
[Ding, the system is randomly selecting, please wait….1%…7%…55%…]
[Entertainment system binding successful!]
[The newbie gift package has been distributed, please pay attention to check it!]
"A time-travel-delivery system… the online novel authors didn't lie!" A wide grin spread across Peter's face, the earlier despair vanishing completely. He immediately opened the gift package.
[Big gift package: God-level sex skills!]
"Um?" Peter, who had been ecstatic just a moment ago, was now utterly baffled. This was his grand gift? Sex skills? What was he supposed to do with that? Shouldn't he have gotten popular songs or hit movie scripts? Was the system serious?
After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. Something was better than nothing. It seemed the system intended for him to become a sex scene actor.
After briefly recalling the details of this new world, he discovered that many of the movies and TV shows from his past life didn't exist here. With that knowledge, he was confident he could at least pay off his debt. Peter picked up the contract from the table.
"I'm not leaving. I have my own place now! I'm a man with a system on his side." After muttering to himself, he picked up the pen to sign. But just as the tip touched the paper, the system's voice sounded in his head again.
[Congratulations to the host, the random task has been triggered!]
[Task 1: Stay in Starlight Media!]
[Reward: A set of penthouse suites!]
[Task 2: Complete the first sex scene!]
[Reward: Ten draws in a row!]
"Damn, it's a good thing I didn't sign, or the reward would be gone!" Peter complained. "System, can you please release tasks faster in the future?"
The system remained silent.
Since the system wanted him to stay, he had to find a way. But he had no auditions, no offers… what was he supposed to do?
While he was thinking, the office door slowly opened again. Isabella leaned against the frame, looking at him. Her red, hip-hugging skirt fit so tightly it moved like liquid fire across her skin, her body's soft lines a study in temptation. The way her hair was swept up, her slender waist—it was the undeniable charm of a powerful, career-driven woman.
If he looked at her for one more second, he felt like he would explode.