"Fuck, Zelina… you feel so tight, so fucking good!" Rager growled, his voice ragged and desperate as he slammed into her again and again. Each thrust drove him deeper, harder, his body grinding against hers, hips snapping violently, leaving no inch of her untouched. He buried his face in her neck, biting, groaning, shouting her name as waves of heat and lust consumed them both.
Mm… yes. This—this was exactly what he wanted. Ron's eyes glazed over, half-lost in thought as he strolled down the busy streets, headphones pressed firmly to his ears. At eighteen, he was utterly absorbed in his favorite indulgence: devouring the spiciest, most forbidden web novels he could find. A slow, almost wicked grin spread across his face as the audio whispered every sinful word into his mind, fingers buried in his pockets, body swaying lightly to the rhythm of his obsession.
Ron lived for the rated-18 chapters—the scandalous, the forbidden, the utterly outrageous. And today, the story was finally serving the bitch her just desserts. She'd spent seasons running her mouth, dragging the plot through fifty long, torturous chapters—but now, at last, justice was coming. Ha! What a lucky bastard she was. How he wished—oh, how he wished—something that satisfying could ever happen in his own life.
His life had always been monotonous. Wake up, go to school, come back, read web novels. That was it. The only excitement came from the screen in his hands, the voices narrating the risqué scenes. How he longed for more. Why couldn't his world be as thrilling as the novels he inhaled? If he could just skip school, live forever inside those spicy lemon chapters, he'd be perfectly satisfied.
As he continued down the bustling streets, passing coffee shops and the crowd, Ron's thoughts drifted to darker corners. What if there was a way to change it all? To escape this endless loop? Growing up alone, never knowing his parents, no siblings, no real love—he had been surviving for himself since the start. It didn't bother him that he'd never known affection. What ate at him was the crushing weight of debt, the chains of responsibility that held him back from even imagining a life worth living.
He still had school to worry about, of course. The endless lectures, the homework… and tuition. "I really need to get my act together," he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible over the audio playing in his headphones. If he kept going like this, he wouldn't even have enough for this semester's tuition. It felt like there was no way back for him—unless… he stopped.
He paused mid-step, rubbing his jaw absently, the music sliding across his mind like a soft distraction. And then an idea struck him, sudden and absurd: What if I just wrote a harem story of my own? He smirked at the thought. He'd read thousands of them—literally a thousand harem novels—and he knew exactly what worked, exactly what kept him hooked, willing to spend even his last rent money just to read more.
"Yeah… why not?" he muttered, his fingers brushing his chin as he paced lightly. If I wrote one myself, maybe I could solve some problems—get a little cash for rent, maybe even tuition. It wouldn't take long… a few months, max. And if it took off, I'd actually have control over my own story. My life.
It sounded too good to be true—but for the first time in a long while, a spark of hope flickered inside him. He had never written anything before. Never tried. But… maybe that was the point. Just as he leaned further into the thought, his attention snapped to something else—something in the streets, moving, catching his eye.
Through the headphones, the words hit him loud and clear, every syllable setting his mind on fire.
"Rager… fuck… please… stop… I can't take it… your cock… it's too fucking big… I'm gonna—oh, God, I'm coming!" The narrator's voice was raw, trembling, desperate, every gasp and moan dragging him deeper into the filthy fantasy.
A dirty grin spread across Ron's face as he thought,
'Mm… yes. This is definitely going to be a peak-ass chapter.' He was short on cash, but if he could scrape together a little extra, he wouldn't hesitate to reward the author for this masterpiece.
" Better rush home," he muttered under his breath,
'so I can replay this chapter and savor every damn moment.' The streets blurred around him as his mind raced with every steamy scene, every naughty line echoing in his headphones.
"God, if only my life was this exciting," he thought, the excitement gnawing at him, a delicious ache he couldn't ignore.
"I wish something interesting would happen to me already!"
Still lost in his own world, headphones blasting the audio, Ron drifted down the street, completely oblivious to everything around him. The startled glances of passing pedestrians barely registered, and the rough, urgent shout from behind—"Hey! Kid!"—cut through his haze like a distant warning he wasn't ready to hear.
When he finally looked up, a truck was hurtling straight toward him, moving far too fast for him to react. The blaring horn cut through his music, slamming into his awareness just as panic hit him.
"Shit!" He exclaimed
He lunged, trying to leap out of the truck's path. For a heartbeat, it seemed like he might make it—he was fast enough, maybe.
But just as he pushed off the ground, his foot caught on the curb. That single, cruel second slowed him just enough. And in that instant… it happened. He slammed into the truck...his ears hearing nothing more than the moans of the narrator from his head phones.
The impact hit before he could even blink. The world spun violently, colors blurring, pain exploding through him, and then—darkness swallowed everything.
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