'Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
Stiletto stood outside atop an insanely thin rope cast between two large poles.
Roughly sixty feet below him, he could see droves of humans looking up and cheering him on. In the distance, an abundance of encouraging honks could be heard from the cars on the freeway not far from his position.
The boy himself was of average stature—5'10—and possessed regular black hair and brown eyes, contrasting his pale complexion. HIs body, however, was that of a trained athlete.
The young man, no older than eighteen years old, was currently being reduced to a circus act.
Having been a famous, world-class gymnast since he was extremely little, Stiletto was quite agile and had wonderful mastery of his body and limbs. For a particularly lucrative sponsorship, he had been told to tightrope live and then drink the sports drink of a certain company after completion.
However, that wasn't to say that he enjoyed these types of things.
Stiletto was doing flips among a whole arsenal of other stunts before he even knew how to read. It was his parents that made him do these uncomfortable and hard things, essentially since birth.
Despite his loathing, he evidently had an affinity and talent for it.
But still, he disliked it.
For one, due to his quick rise to fame, his mother had made him a sheltered brat—someone who couldn't leave the house unless it was for "work" or school.
His social life was in the gutter.
What's more, in all the years of his life, he hadn't had a single girlfriend.
Even with all the fame—millions of followers on his socials, the occasional gazes of recognition in public, and countless DM's from women... he was still a virgin.
Of course, it was only Stiletto's assumption that he had plenty of women thirsting over him on the internet—his parents never gave him access to his own socials.
'Agh! God.... goddamnit! I swear I'm quitting after this...'
Nearly losing his balance, Stiletto quickly shifted his hips and regained composure before taking another step—halfway to the finish line. Sweat trickled on his brow as he tried not to look down any longer.
The crew had set up a safety net just in case, but it was still nerve-wracking nonetheless.
Shifting yet another step forward, Stiletto tried to calm himself down by letting his mind drift elsewhere.
'Ugh... I'd much rather visit the library and relax. If only my parents knew how often I snuck away to experience some peace and quiet for once!"
He smirked slightly.
'I bet they would kill me if I told them that I enjoy reading much more than this shit. Hah... their golden child would rather escape reality and dive into another world than be uselessly famous like this! How funny...'
Another step.
'Honestly, maybe I should just run away and take refuge in that library... I love the calm music, the great collection of novels, and simply just the quiet, calm nature of it all. And...'
Stiletto's eyebrows narrowed and his body jolted slightly as he remembered the peculiar situation that had just happened on his earlier escapade.
Before today, the librarian at the front desk had always been a short, bald, older man with a long beard. Stiletto had never actually asked the man for his name, but the two of them had a sort of mutual understanding and respect for one another—Stiletto had no idea if the man knew who he was or not.
Nonetheless, today was... different.
In an extremely good way.
After opening the door to the place, the bronze bell chiming above, he laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Sitting across the way behind the main desk, a curvaceous, fit woman with deep brown hair and vibrant red eyes—coupled with fair skin—looked back at him. Her attire was nice and professional, hugging tightly to her wide hips and busty breasts. Cute glasses framed her petite, stunning face.
His line of sight immediately shifted to her plump red lips, sucking away at a pink lollypop with a slight smile.
Stiletto felt himself gulp in that moment, as her voice rang out—smoother than honey.
"Welcome in! I'm happy to see you've made it!"
Stiletto frowned a little, not knowing what she had meant by that—however, the woman's beauty quickly made him answer as he walked up to the desk:
"Uh... thank you. Where is the old man? Should I take it that you are the new librarian here?"
"I guess you could say that... if you need anything—don't be afraid to ask me, okay~?"
Stiletto felt his downstairs area pulse at her words.
Was he crazy, or did the woman just check him out—up and down—while sliding the lollypop between her full lips in between words?
He didn't miss either how she licked her lips with a strange glint in her eye.
Stiletto considered questioning her and perhaps even making a move—assuming that the woman wanted him, or at least was hinting at something more.
All the same, he decided against it. In the first place, what would a virgin like him be able to do with all that? The lady was simply WAY out of his league.
But still...
Cutting Stiletto off before he speak—the librarian spoke, halting his advancement on her:
"So, Stiletto... are there any books you have in mind to read for today?"
The following conversation went as it normally would have—Stiletto found a novel with her help, and she quickly went back to her desk as he sat down to read. Although, focusing on the book was rather hard, since Stiletto was absolutely sure now that the librarian was staring at him when he wasn't looking.
Her gaze bore into his back for the entirety of his session.
It was almost... eager.
Yet again, before he could boldly react, he received a text message from his mom reminding him of his sponsorship tonight. And now here he was.
'It's... odd. Thinking back on it, I don't recall ever telling the librarian my name. Eh... maybe she just knows me and is a fan.'
His eyes shot wide, nearly making him lose focus.
'Wait... DAMMIT! That was my chance! That shit would have been a layup if not for this stupid money-grab...'
Flashes of imagination rushed into Stiletto's mind: him bending the voluptuous woman over her desk, sneaking her into the back and ripping her clothes off, and rubbing his cock against her clit as he teased his entrance inside her.
Stiletto's cheeks turned red and a tent began to pitch inside his pants. He quickly shook his head, once again trying to focus.
'Stupid virgin! Can you not think with your dick suspended several dozen feet in the air?!'
Looking forward, Stiletto felt a rush of relief when he saw he was just a couple more steps from reaching the goal. Not that failing was bad, I mean sure—his pride would take a fall—but physically, he would be okay. The safety precautions were top-notch.
...
All of a sudden, a large crash resounded from his right.
Snapping his neck toward the sound, Stiletto froze as he saw it...
A massive semi-truck had swerved, breaking the guardrails of the elevated road. Seemingly floating in air, the mass of steel was barreling straight for him.
"Fu—"
Before he could even react, his body was hurled backward at insane speed as a searing white light engulfed his vision...
And then, the world went dark.