Prompt: When Shirou first gave her a metal rectangle for her birthday, Rin had been furious, but now it was her favorite present ever. It let her buy gems at a huge discount compared to the old jewelry she had buying- and so much of them! Ooh... a free kitchen renovation...? If she starred in an an adult film? She should get Shirou a thank you present for the commuter... and it was free... Maybe she would sign up, there couldn't be any harm in filming some commercial, right? Sure the interview questions were a bit weird, and they had some very lewd images on the application... but clearly they just had bad taste!
Tags: Rin Tohsaka/OC, Rin Tohsaka/Shirou Emiya (Mentioned), Porn film, NTR, BBC, Cheating, dubcon, closer to noncon arguably, size play, crack
This takes place sometime between 2006 and 2024 because the technology is closer with modern stuff. But also Rin is 20, so like years warped I guess.
Rin scrolled through the listings of emeralds, her eyes alight with greed. Things were so unbelievably cheap here! Gone were the days of frequenting pawn shops and trying to buy old jewelry at a discounted price. This was so much better! So much cheaper!
Rin had been furious at first when Shirou had opted not to give her any jewelry for her twentieth birthday two months ago… he had given her some metal rectangle instead! Something like a commuter? Shirou had promised her that it was more valuable than any one gem and Rin had laughed at him and snarkily replied that he should have gotten her two gems then.
That was until Shirou booted it up for the first time and showed her a few different features it had. There were a dozen different " stores " he had found for her that she could access directly through the commuter! All she had to do was click the one she wanted. And once there she could search for anything she wanted! If she needed to buy a new sweater she could have it delivered to their door in just a few days! But most of all… they sold gems! Rubies, sapphires, emeralds, topaz, quartz, diamonds, they had them all! And she didn't have to buy jewelry to use them! She could buy gems uncut in bulk!
The commuter was the greatest gift she had ever received. She had saved so so so so much money by using it to buy her gems! She had also saved so much time and effort! It was like the thing was made exclusively for her needs, no greater gift had the world ever known. Luvia would never be able to keep up with her now that she had access to more gems thanks to Shirou gifting her the glorious existence that was the commuter.
Technically… Shirou had demanded that she didn't use it without him. He had warned her that she had to be wary of scams and something that he had called a virus? Rin wasn't sure how it was going to make her sick. She thought Shirou was being ridiculous and overprotective like usual. Rin wasn't stupid! She knew how to find a good deal and make sure she wasn't being taken advantage of! And she hadn't even made the commuter explode yet!
Still, Rin would normally honor Shirou's request, out of thanks to him for getting her the commuter; and so that he would see that she was capable of using it on her own. This time was different though… Shirou was off somewhere in the Middle East doing the hero thing for the month Rin gave him to do it each year, and Rin was in his home- their home completely alone. As she had been for the last week. Shirou had warned her to stock up on gems in advance, in preparation for him not being able to help her order more while he was gone.
And Rin had done exactly that! She had stocked up on nearly two months worth of gems! But uh… trying to recreate something like the Jeweled Sword from scratch… was a bit demanding. She had burnt through her entire storage of emeralds in four days… she had tried to do another project with Shirou gone, to wait until he returned but she couldn't focus. She knew she was close to a breakthrough! She had to pursue it now!
So here she was scrolling through the listings looking for a good deal on a batch of emeralds that would be enough for her needs. An ad popped up on her screen covering the beautiful green stones she had been salivating at.
Praxxers Studios. Apply here for a FREE Kitchen Renovation from our sponsor! Star in an "adult film" and receive an all new kitchenette with state of the art appliances! We'll come to you and christen your brand new kitchen in style by making a "film" there! Wink emoji and egg plant emoji
Rin's cursor hovered over the X… Free…? She should do something nice for Shirou, after he had gotten her the commuter. And what would Shirou want more than the kitchen being upgraded? Besides… it would be free! All she had to do was star in a commercial or something… probably so they could show off the new kitchen setup to sell it to some less fortunate sucker… Although using those weird little pictures was strange… so unprofessional. She took a deep breath and clicked on the advertisement.
On top of her screen, a new window popped up… and there was a naked American girl on the screen, giving a man a lap dance. Rin's cursor moved over to the X, but she hesitated seeing the word FREE Kitchen Makeover for selected applicants in the middle of her page. She could tolerate this unprofessionalism so she would scam them into giving her a free kitchen as a present for Shirou. She wasn't going to be deterred so easily! She clicked the word free.
Fill out this survey to apply to star in one of our films and receive a full Kitchen Renovation as a signing bonus, courtesy of our sponsor Kitchen Etc. For more details click here.
The next page only had still images of naked women on it… progress? A naked man that was zoomed in on his small penis was on the right-hand side too. She was going to give whoever ran this business an earful for being so unprofessional. No wonder they needed someone to film a commercial for them! They obviously had no business if they were behaving so degenerately! What kind of kitchen renovation advertised itself with naked women! She would show them how to do it better and jumpstart this failing business!
What is your name?
Rin typed in her name and went to the next question. Most of them were pretty standard. Her date of birth, work experience, nationality, martial status, height, weight… but then they got weird.
What are your three measurements? Please give the exact circumference of your bust, waist, and hips in the form of centimeters.
Rin wasn't crazy right…? That was weird… but was it? There was that one survey person who came to their door once who had been asking her where she thought the best place to have sex at work was? And about what a snowman had nightmares about? Surveys were evidently very weird. Granted, she had slammed the door in their face… but this one was for a free kitchen not to help support some game! Shirou would be so pleased to use professional grade equipment for the first time! All because of Rin. The smile on his face… Rin swooned.
Rin didn't hesitate to enter in her measurements B77/W57/H80. The next questions were more personal. How much sexual experience do you have? How many sexual partners have you had? Do you have any experience with anal sex? What is your favorite sexual position?
By the time Rin had finished answering all the questions, Rin's face was as red as her sweater. Those were so… invasive. Did she really want to give out that information? But… she had already answered them… There was no problem in submitting the form right? She had come this far to get Shirou his FREE kitchen upgrade as a surprise gift.
There was just one question left: Please upload a picture of yourself that shows your full body.
Upload? What did that mean? It was an unfamiliar term to the technophobe. She clicked the word upload and a new window popped up. Quick Access…? What was this? It didn't look like the interweb that she was using!? Pictures…? She should click that one right… she needed a picture of herself for this thing… There was an option labeled as Rin! That one yeah! That would make sense! She clicked the white box next to the folder icon. There… now open in the bottom right and….
Uploading images 1 of 212
Uploading images 210 of 212
Upload complete
She had done it! She had uploaded a picture of herself! She could totally use the commuter by herself, Shirou really was worrying over nothing! She scrolled down and checked the final box before clicking the big green submit button.
The screen changed to a couple fucking and a dialogue box popped up on top of the scene playing out before her. Thank you for submitting your application to star in one of our films with Praxxers Studios. If you are selected to progress to the next phase of applications, you will receive a call from our representative in 3-5 business days.
Application? If she was selected to progress? That wasn't what free meant! She wasn't supposed to be entering a lottery! Still… she would win the free kitchen renovation… how could she not? She was Rin Tohsaka!
Brrring Brrring. Rin ran through the house exiting the room that Shirou had given her to serve as her workshop at the sound. That could be Shirou! That was why she had the fome in the first place, so he could reach her when one of them was away! She had abandoned the smaller scale project she was working on in her haste- hopefully it wouldn't explode.
Her thumbs fumbled with the fome… what button was it to answer again? The red one maybe? A number was displayed across the top of the screen, but she barely glanced at it before pressing the red button and the ringing sound stopped. "Shirou!" She yelled into the strange device. "You there?"
There was no response. "Shirou!?" Still nothing. "Did I hit the wrong button?"
Brrring Brrring. The fome range again. Rin pressed the green button this time.
"Hello, is Miss Tohsaka there?" A soft feminine voice sounded through the speaker.
"Err…" Rin's face glowed red at having assumed it was Shirou. "Who is this?"
"My name is Melinda. I am a director for Praxxers Studios. You applied for a role in one of our films."
"Oh the kitchen!" Rin exclaimed with a grin. "So I won?"
Melinda giggled. "That's a cute way of phrasing it, Miss Tohsaka- sorry, do you mind if I call you Rin? You are one of the finalists for the role, but we want to ask you a few more questions to make sure that your acting abilities are up to par."
"Of course!" Rin cheered. "My boyfriend will be so happy when he sees the new kitchen."
"I have a feeling you are going to Ace this, given your performance so far, but let's begin." Melinda replied with a light laugh. "A total sleaze- your classmate has propositioned you for sex. In response you should tell him the following: I wouldn't sleep with a tiny dicked seaweed like you if you were the last person on earth! Please repeat that line with the emotion that you feel fits the words, the goal is to appear authentic."
Rin wrinkled her nose at the scenario. What was with Praxxers being so obsessed with sex? They were meant to be doing a kitchen renovation! Not selling her a prostitute! Still she would ace this part. "Hahahaha, you!? Please, I would never touch a man as pathetic as you are, Wakame- not even, no, especially if you were the last person on earth!"
"That was perfect!" Melinda gasped. "I've never seen an amateur actress come off so emotively- it almost sounded like the scenario was real! Using the Japanese word for seaweed there instead of the English one- perfection. Love the tribute to your heritage. Love the improv, but in the future, please try to keep a little closer to the script. You were meant to use tiny dicked as the insult… although pathetic might fit with the role I'm imagining better… hmm… I'lll retract my previous statement. You're doing great Rin."
"Does that mean I get the free kitchen renovation?" Rin insisted. Of course she was perfect. Although… it was a little rude of them to bring up such unpleasant memories.
"That was only the first scenario Rin," Melinda laughed. "You have a few more to go, but you're doing great. Are you ready for the next line?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful. The scenario this time is one where you have lost your wallet. You ordered a rather expensive steak dinner with your boyfriend, but you were supposed to be the one paying today. You have too much pride to ask your boyfriend to pay, so you corner the waiter in the staff room. "Sir please, I lost my wallet! Surely, there is something else I can pay with? Anything at all?" Please repeat that line with the emotion that you feel fits the words, remember the goal is to appear authentic."
"Sir, I lost my wallet… Is there anything else I can do to pay for the meal? I can cook or clean… Actually, I have some jewelry I could be convinced to sell to you at a discount! Please, I promise I'll pay!" What a stupid scenario.
Melinda snorted very unprofessionally at her response. "You didn't mention it on your application, but are you sure you don't have any previous acting experience? Your ability to take these lines and add a unique life to them is… exquisite! I mean wow… the improv with trying to trade jewelry before resorting to more when he inevitably refuses- wow! You captured the woman's pride while also capturing her desperation perfectly!"
"Uh thanks?" Rin hadn't been trying to do that. She was just improving their terrible dialogue and responding exactly how she would in that scenario. It would be painful to part with some of her gems, but selling them at a discount was a sacrifice she would make before shaming herself in front of Shirou like that.
"This is a bit unprofessional of me, but I'm so impressed with your acting that I think we can skip a lot of these scenarios that are testing the same thing with slight variations…. Let's see… Let's do this one now. Your boyfriend is pushing you to try anal sex for the first time, but you are very shy about the subject and aren't sure about having something so big in your ass. You respond with: Michael… I'm not sure I… that will really hurt… can we do something else instead? You say it'll feel good… I guess I trust you… I'm sure you know the drill by now, but use the tone that you feel best fits the scenario."
"That's uh… a rather inappropriate prompt… Can we do something else?"
"Please give your response Rin, we do need to see that you have the range to talk about anal, even if you are not comfortable with actually doing it at this time… Didn't you say in your application that you did anal before? Is there some other problem?"
Rin's face flushed. ""No uh… I'll do it. I need that free kitchen remodeling. Ahem… I don't want to do that! That's gross! It will hurt! Let's do something else… I'm not comfortable with that… Aaaah Shirou! I said I don't want to do that…. Aaaaah stop! Okay I'll do it!"
"Shirou? Is that your boyfriend's name?" Melinda didn't wait for a response. "I've never had someone in an interview completely ignore their lines before… but I'll admit that I probably liked it better once again. The stereotypical Japanese tsundere vibe really works for you and the flustered over embarrassed, while not what was expected… it was so much hotter. 10/10 no complaints."
"I'm not a tsundere," Rin grumbled, very uncomfortable with the topic. "Can we move onto the next question now?"
"Of course… let's see… probably only these three are still necessary?" Melinda mused. "Can you give me your best moan of pleasure? Feel free to stimulate yourself if needed to make it feel authentic."
"Is that really necessary…? I'm not sure…" Rin's face was as red as her sweater.
"Moans are a big part of our films here at Praxxers, Rin, if you aren't able to moan convincingly then I'll reluctantly have to look to someone else to fill the role in our film."
Moans? Did they want her to act like Saber had in their commercial and moan at the taste of the food like a wanton whore? To claim that the kitchen appliances let them make food so good it did that? Please, no one was capable of that but Shirou… and he had only ever drawn moans from a few people- never her. What a stupid and cheesy scenario. "Aaaah nnnnghhhh, it's sooo goood. I've never… had anything so sweet!" She was directly quoting Saber from when Shirou had made her a cheesecake once during the war. It had even got Rin to gasp at the taste. It was just her replicating the sounds from one of her best friends.
"Holy shit!" Melinda gasped. "I've never heard anyone sound so erotic! Is there anything that you can't do!? Wow wow wow! You are going to be a star!"
"So I get the kitchen?" Rin insisted.
"Almost certainly," Melinda gushed. "I do have to ask you two more scenarios; though- okay have to is a stretch, I just want to see how you handle them."
"Of course," Rin replied with a grin, her earlier misgivings forgotten. She was getting Shirou a new state of the art kitchen! A gift as valuable as her commuter!
"Excellent, so here's the line: Wow… you're so much bigger than my boyfriend… I wonder… does that make it better?"
"Err– what's the scenario?"" Rin asked.
"Oh right– I forgot to give you the background details, got a bit too excited about your response… Actually, let's see what you can do with it with no background. Just go with what you feel fits the line best for the scenario."
"Okay…." What exactly was supposed to be bigger than Shirou? She had no clue what she was supposed to be aiming for here… Maybe that was what they were aiming for? It wasn't accurate but could fit in a kitchen modeling commercial? "Wow…" Rin gasped and moaned lightly. "You have so much more spices than my boyfriend… and such juicier meat… does that make it taste better?" It was totally nonsensical- she had fumbled this one. She was going to lose the remodeling at the end, after whatever that conversation was.
Melinda giggled in reply. "Perfect as always Rin, I've never seen anyone use innuendo so creatively without being asked. Should I be worried that you are coming for my job next?" She laughed again and clicked her tongue. "I like the kitchen theme, and our sponsors will love it even more! Let's skip the last one. Congrats, you've got the part."
"So you'll remake the kitchen?" Rin insisted. "How soon will it be done?"
"We'll try to film it next Saturday if that works for you."
Rin nodded in exuberance and wanted to dance. She had just got a kitchen overhaul that would have cost more than she spent on gems in a month for free! She was so good at using the commuter! She couldn't wait to surprise Shirou when he got back! She cleared her throat and projected a mask of toughness. "I won't be scammed on this. I'm not doing your promotional video until the kitchen remake is completed."
"Of course," Melinda immediately assured her. "We need the kitchen finished to film it in anyways. I look forward to working with you Rin. You are going to be incredible, I just know it. I'll text you the contract so we can sign and get things moving."
Her phone chimed and Rin clicked the message that popped up and then the blue text. It flashed to a white page with the word downloading and then… nothing happened. "Uh… the thing you sent doesn't work."
"Did you try clicking the link?" Melinda asked rhetorically.
"I clicked the thing! It doesn't work!" Rin protested. She hadn't done anything wrong.
"If you want to sign in person, you can just say so. Don't pretend like the link is broken. You'ré hardly the first person to not feel comfortable signing digitally. I'm obligated to inform you that if you do wish to sign in person, backing out will result in a somewhat hefty fine. I'm sure you have no intention of backing out, but it'll cost us some money to travel to Fuyuki and cancel the appointment with the sponsor."
"Yeah… I'll do that," Rin grumbled. Stupid thing was clearly broken, Rin was great at using her fome!.
"Great, then I'll see you Saturday. The people from Kitchen Etc. should start work on Thursday so they're done in time to film. Does that work for you?"
"Yes. I can do that, I'll see you then."
"Alright, glad that this is all taken care of… I'm really looking forward to it, you're going to be great. Just one final note before I let you go. Those pictures you sent in on your application, is it okay if we use some of those in our promotional material on the website? We think your looks and natural sauciness will help attract customers. We would be using your photos in tweets and other social media posts as well as on our website and probably on a few posters to promote the upcoming film, before and after release."
"I was going to bring that up!" Rin interrupted her. "Your page could use a major overhaul, using random naked people like that is so unprofessional. Using my face is a huge improvement!"
"I suppose there is something for leaving some things to the imagination with more lingerie shots… and you are incredibly sexy. While we won't replace everything with pictures of you- have to give our other stars some attention too, if I can have your verbal consent to use your likeness in promotional materials, then we will use some of your shots alongside them."
"Of course, I consent," Rin agreed immediately. That site needed an overhaul and she was going to be the one to do it dammit! She liked Melinda and wanted to help her save her no doubt failing business!
Rin looked around the new kitchen in awe. She wasn't Shirou who might give up on being a hero to never leave the new kitchen, but she was still incredibly impressed. The place looked unrecognizable. The counters had been replaced with marble. The over and range were high end with precise temperature control. The fridge had been replaced with one twice the size- and embedded in the wall. It had a built-in water filter and temperature controls. The freezer was large and had two separate sections that could be set to different temperatures. There were also about a dozen appliances that Rin didn't recognize but was sure that Shirou would find useful. Even the sink had been replaced with stainless steel, something far sleeker than what they had and it fit the aesthetic perfectly. It was gorgeous.
The men who had been working on the kitchen had left for the final time an hour ago, and now Rin was just waiting for Melinda to come back with her co-star and the filming crew. They had asked that she not use the kitchen yet, but order out today so it would be brand new for the promo.
She had met with Melinda once three days ago to sign the contract, but Melinda hadn't been able to stay for long, having only come by to run the contract by her. Not wanting to make Melinda late to the musical she was taking her daughter to- or to delay the remodeling to the point where it might not be done when Shirou got home. So she had signed the contract without reading all of it- just skimming it quickly to make sure it wasn't making her pay for the service. It wasn't. The deal was as good as it looked. She participated as an adult film star, and Rin got this beautiful new kitchen.
A knock sounded on the door. Rin didn't hesitate to open it to see the beaming busty blonde. "You ready Rin?" She didn't hesitate to shove a stack of papers into Rin's hands before stepping inside. The rest of the crew followed behind her carrying some equipment.
"Shoes!" Rin called out after them.
"Oh right, we're in Japan," Melinda chuckled as she slipped off her tennis shoes. "I'm from Britain, and we don't exactly have the same traditions."
"Oh I go to school there," Rin spoke up, wanting to make amicable conversation with the friendly blonde.
"Oh really? Where at?"
"Clock-U," Rin replied, slightly nervous. That was the official school that the Clocktower was hidden under- so that they could claim to be students when questioned like this.
"Oh really?" Melinda whirled on her with a raised eyebrow. "How did you get in there? I had a friend who applied there because she was a total worrywart- thought she would get accepted nowhere despite a perfect resume. She got into every school she applied to without issue- except for that one… they didn't even invite her for a visit! And she got into Cambridge with a full ride!"
Rin shifted on the balls of her feet. "Uh… I guess I just knew the right people?"
"Ah nepotism," Melinda clicked her tongue. "Right, sorry, I'm getting distracted. Sit down and read the script. It had to undergo some major rewrites to fit your character after how good your interview was as a more tsundere role then we initially thought. And some of your comments left me inspired. I think you'll be thrilled with what we came up with."
The Asian Student Can't Afford her Bill
Rin Tohsaka, a freshly legal 18-year old, wanted to surprise her boyfriend, an aspiring chef with a kitchen upgrade.
"Err… I'm not 18," Rin interjected after just the first sentence of the script.
The dark skinned man who was a whole foot taller than her chuckled. "You new to this? People tend to prefer the girls in the video being portrayed as young as possible, regardless of if it's true. It makes things more exciting for those degenerate weirdos."
"Eh… that's stupid… And who the hell are you?" Rin glared at him. What kind of commercial cared about marketing itself directly to perverts?
"Jason. I'm going to be your co-star today. I know you're new to this, so I'll try to be gentle for your first time."
"I can handle myself fine," Rin snarled.
"Wow, I can see what you meant, Melinda, she is a natural tsundere," Jason replied with a chuckle.
"Excuse me!" Rin shot back.
"Ahem," Melinda caught them off. "As amusing as this banter is, you need to be reading the script. We do have limited time to film this video today."
"Sorry…" Rin muttered, returning her attention to the script.
Rin Tohsaka, a freshly legal 18-year old, wanted to surprise her boyfriend, an aspiring chef with a kitchen upgrade. However that upgrade is a bit more expensive than she accounted for, having missed a zero on the bill. She is not actually able to afford the upgrade but with it already completed, they are demanding payment… so she offers to pay another way. By letting the project manager fuck her on her new kitchen counter.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Rin screeched. "Is this some kind of practical joke?"
"Huh?" Melinda questioned, genuinely confused. "Is there some sort of issue?"
"What do you mean is there some kind of issue!? You want me to do THAT! I'm not some whore! I refuse!" Rin seethed.
"Are you that against using the kitchen counter? I'm sorry, but that was a non-negotiable demand from our sponsor. We can have it cleaned after-"
"What? No! I'm not having sex for you perverted freaks at all!"
"Whaaaa-" Melinda gaped at her.
"I'll film a commercial for you, but I'm not doing something so disgusting! I have a boyfriend!"
"Why exactly did you apply to star in one of our films then? You knew what you were getting into."
"I wanted the free kitchen renovation! To surprise my boyfriend who I love! Not to sleep with some random dude for your perverted fantasies!"
"Wait…" Melinda trailed off before loudly guffawing. "You were actually being serious!? I thought that doing it for the kitchen was you trying to play your character of a tsundere! You actually didn't realize what you were auditioning for!? You applied online!"
"Of course, I was only doing it for the kitchen! Why else would I agree to perform for you?" Rin growled. "And I was being me, thank you very much. Not a tsundere!"
"Oh my god," Melinda gasped. "And I was so convinced that you were the perfect actor… the perfect model! I invested so much capital into signing you and… hahahahahaha." She cleared her throat and stood up straight before looking at Rin. "Unfortunately for the both of us, you are still going to have to do this film- sorry, let me try speaking more clearly since evidently you are too stupid for anything less. You are going to have to do this porno, that is non-negotiable."
"I will not!" Rin hissed.
"You signed a contract!" Melinda sneered. "If you are too stupid to notice the obvious signs that this is a porn studio- or the explicit mentions of what you would be doing, them that's your own fucking fault."
"I'm not stupid! You should have just told me that I would be required to have sex with a stranger!"
"We did!?" Melinda yelled back. "It is literally on our website that we are a porn studio! We explicitly told you that you would be starring in an adult film! What exactly did you think that meant!?"
"I thought an adult film was just a film made by adults! And I don't know what this website thing you keep talking about is!"
"Are you really twenty!? And a college student!? How can you not know that adult film means porn! And what do you mean you don't know what a website is!? You applied online!"
"No normal person would know that stuff! It's just you perverts who do! I'm the normal one here!"
"Literally every single person over the age of twelve knows those things Rin," Melinda deadpanned. "I'm not sure I believe that you don't. I mean our website literally has people having sex on the home page and I'm pretty sure the background for the application itself was a naked woman!"
"It is," one of the staff confirmed. "I just checked. Miss Tohsaka also answered questions about her measurements, her sexual experience, partners, and more. She also uploaded 212 pictures of herself. 37 of them where she was wearing lingerie, and four of them where she was naked. One of them, I think, was even her and another one of our female pornstars together in a school uniform with some guy. I can show you if you would like."
"Thank you Thomas, but that won't be necessary–"
"Like hell it won't! I did no such thing! Stop lying! Show me this now!"
The staff member- a portly man- identified as Thomas passed a metal rectangle to her. It was a photograph of her… and she was naked, taking a picture of her reflection in the mirror. It was a very familiar photo of her. Mitsuzuri and her had met up for lunch one day and she had told Rin about how she always sent her boyfriend lewd pictures of her- often naked ones when one of them was out of town for work. With Shirou gone for the weekend doing some favor for Sakura, Rin had decided to try it just once… "Where the hell did you get this!?" Rin demanded.
"It was one of the photos you uploaded, Miss Tohsaka." Thomas replied with a frown.
"What the hell does uploaded mean!?"
"..."
"What!?" Rin protested. "It's a valid question!"
"Don't take this the wrong way Rin… but have you ever used a computer before you apparently accidentally applied to be a pornstar?"
"Of course I've used a commuter before!" Rin snarled. "It's a great store for buying all sorts of stuff!"
Melinda blinked owlishly at her. "Do you mind giving me some time alone with Rin? Go get stuff set up while we step into another room."
"I'm not going anywhere with you! Not till you tell me what's really going on!" Rin demanded impatiently, her arms crossed over her chest."
"I'm going to explain it to you, Rin," Melinda snapped impatiently. "But I don't think you want a peanut gallery do you?"
"Fine let's go," Rin grumbled before storming off to the bedroom that was technically just hers- but Shirou slept there every night they were both home since it was bigger than his room. "Talk."
"I feel sympathy for your situation Rin, I really do. I can't even imagine how I would feel if I was told I was legally obligated to cheat on my husband out of the blue," Melinda sighed. "Unfortunately, I really can't let you back out of this."
"I'm not-"
"Please Rin," Melinda cut her off with a frown. "Let me finish first…. Now where was I… I wish I could let you out of this, but to be blunt, I can't afford to take the loss on this one. It is entirely my fault, but I splurged on this video. Your kitchen upgrade was supposed to be a modest one- more polish and cheap upgrades than overhauling everything with actual top-flight items. That was what the sponsor agreed to pay for as part of the video."
"If you had been any less… you, that is all that you would have got. But I was so enamored by your images- you are genuinely the sexiest woman I have ever seen."
"Don't say stuff like that!" Rin protested as her face glowed an even brighter red.
"As I was saying- you are sexy, and you looked like such an unreasonably good actor who filled a very popular niche in the porn space with your speciality. I thought you were an eager slut who was excited to do this and would want to film lots. So I got what I thought was the brilliant idea to give you a little bonus. Your kitchen makeover was supposed to be $5,000 USD. I spent $30,000- the entire sponsorship amount and then another $10,000 on top of that."
Rin's jaw dropped and her eyes boggled comically. "Why would you spend so much!?"
"See that expression… That is why. You were going to be so perfect. I planned on getting you to sign an exclusivity deal with Praxxers. The idea was to lock you up to only appear on videos on our site and the shortened versions for the public site. I thought you had the talent to be one of the ten most popular pornstars in the world…"
"Our subscriber base would multiply with someone like you only available in one place. I thought you were the perfect blend of naive and earnest to sign into a not quite so exorbitant exclusivity deal for the next ten years. The idea was to show you that we value you with the kitchen as a signing bonus since your character- you had sounded so interested in it… I suppose I was a fool."
"I'm sorry?" Rin replied very confused. "Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?"
"Do you have $30,000 USD you can pay me to break even? Heck, even a little over half of that would be acceptable enough for me to cave to my morals. I'd bite another bullet and have Mitzy drive down here since she lives in the area and can do the scenes in your kitchen instead. Paying her for short notice wouldn't be ideal but…"
Rin squirmed. "I can do like $10,000? I'd have to sell some stuff but… It might be doable? I'm not exactly rich anymore, my former guardian- the bastard who murdered my father wasted it all."
"Your guardian murdered your father? Yikes. And here I am adding more trauma to your life. I'm such a fucking asshole," she sighed. "I need a fucking cigarette. I'm sorry Rin, I truly am, but if I don't film this video, I will be fired given that my last two big swings also bombed. I hate myself for this, but I am going to insist that you do the scene we wrote for you. You only have to do this once- and barring it being the most successful porno I've ever made, I probably won't make any money on it, but I should be able to recoup enough of the value to keep my job, barring this completely flopping- which frankly is impossible with someone as sexy as you as the lead."
"I won't do it," Rin whispered.
"I mean it when I genuinely say that you don't have a choice Rin. If you refuse, I will be suing you for failure to follow through on your contract. On top of the legal fees you will be forced to pay, it'll be the full monetary value of the kitchen renovation- which you already told me you can't afford. I'm really sorry about this, but my hands are tied," Melinda replied, one hand reaching out for Rin's in a comforting gesture.
"But… I have a boyfriend… I can't… I love Shirou…" Rin mumbled as her world fell apart around her. 'I can't be some whore!"
Melinda squeezed her hand. "Shirou? Is that the redhead in your photos? He's cute, you're luck… Sorry, I'm rambling… I'm sure that he'll understand that you had no choice, if he loves you as much you clearly love him, if you want me to call him and explain things first, I can. I'm sure that he'll be sympathetic to the fact that you're legally obligated to be practically raped."
"What no!?" Rin sputtered. "He can't know about this! He's supposed to be saving people in the Middle East! He can't rush home now! He can't know that I'm…. I'm… I'm cheating on him…" her voice trailed off as the reality set in.
"He's in the Middle East too? Small world, huh? My husband is also currently over there filming a porno for some charity work. Officially it's to boost our wider market appeal, but really it's just because he has a bleeding heart… If you don't want to tell your boyfriend you don't have to… but I would recommend telling him. Hiding this from him is only more likely to make this end in heartbreak."
"He doesn't know," Rin insisted firmly. "He can never know."
Melinda held up her hands defensively. "If that's what you want, then it's your decision, but I think you're making a mistake."
"He doesn't learn of this ever," she repeated with a glare.
"If you don't want him to find out, you probably want to use a stage name instead of going by Rin Tohsaka. You can choose anything. First name, last only, or something cute and peppy. Whatever you want is fine."
Rin flushed at the demand. "Uh… Aoi Emiya," she settled on- blurting out the first name that came to mind that wasn't her own.
"That works… We're going to go out there and film this scene and then you never have to see me again, is there anything you need to get through this? If you need anti-depressants or something to stay calm, I can get them for you- it might hurt your acting, but frankly, I don't care."
Rin forced a smile that didn't even begin to reach her eyes. "No… I'll be fine… let's get this over with."
Rin Tohsaka lounged on the couch in the living room, dressed in just a rather scandalous night gown while laying on her back and staring at a book. This scenario was ridiculous… and she didn't didn't care anymore. The script was terrible and it didn't matter. Nothing mattered… she was being forced to cheat on Shirou, nobody cared what form it took.
The sound of power tools ceased from the kitchen. Her co-star stepped around the corner, his dark skin shining with a coat of sweat- fake sweat that the makeup team had applied. Rin glared at Jason dispassionately.
"I've just finished the renovations, would you like a tour of the new kitchen?" Jason asked.
Rin sighed and stood up from the couch, fighting down a blush as her night gown slipped enough to show the lacy panties they had told her to wear.
"I would love one," she purred while batting her eyelids at him.
"CUT!" Melinda screamed out. "Rin, you need to look more natural- you're acting, remember. Act like you don't hate Jason's guts and don't be so over the top in your seductiveness. Just be yourself– you are already more than seductive enough by accident."
"Fine," Rin grumbled.
"Look, I know this is hard but think of it this way. Nail the lines once, and you don't have to do this ever again. And you really don't want to have to retake scenes during the sex because you fumbled your lines. No matter how much you fumble, you're not getting out of this. Get your act together, okay? If you need to take a break we can, but please focus up and act your part. This is already the twentieth retake and we haven't even made it past the first scene with you."
Rin nodded stiffly. She wouldn't be forced to cheat on Shirou extra… she had to nail this whole thing in one try. No more messing up.
"Alright, let's try this again! From the top!"
"I've just finished the renovations, would you like a tour of the new kitchen?" Jason asked cordially as he stepped around the corner.
Rin smiled. "You're done? About time, I thought you would never finish! Show me now!"
"Good," Rin heard Melinda whisper from behind her. "Much better Aoi."
"Right this way Miss Emiya," Jason replied with an inclined head. Why the fuck had she chosen to use Shirou's name again ? It just made it painful every time that they addressed her. A reminder of her forced infidelity.
The kitchen was indeed a marvel. It had better be with what it had cost her. It looked like something that you would find in the Edelfelt home, not hers. It truly was as impressive as could be, and for once it wasn't hard to fake the awe as she surveyed the room she had sold her body for.
"It's... incredible," Rin murmured, her eyes scanning the room. "You've throttled all of my expectations... my boyfriend will be so pleased when he sees it."
"I'm glad it lives up to your expectations," Jason replied with an amicable grin. "All that is left to settle is your payment, and I'll leave you to enjoy it."
"Of course, let me go grab my wallet. It should be $3,000 I believe?" Rin asked with a false smile.
Jason's smile grew a bit more predatory as he replied, "Actually Miss Emiya, it's $30,000."
Rin's eyes widened in shock and she stumbled back a step, clutching at her robe. "What? No, no, no, that's not right!" she protested, her voice rising in pitch. "It was supposed to be three thousand!"
Jason, playing the unflappable project manager, stepped closer to her, a knowing glint in his eye. "The receipt clearly states $30,000. It was always $30,000." He held up a piece of paper, the stark numbers glaring at her like a neon sign. Rin felt the blood drain from her face as she stared at it, trying to reconcile the figure with the price she had agreed upon.
Her voice quivered. "But I don't have that kind of money... What am I supposed to do?"
Jason stepped closer, his large hand reaching out to gently tug at the sash of her robe. "Well, Miss Emiya," he began, his tone dropping to a seductive murmur, "I'm sure we can come up with an alternative form of payment."
Rin's breath hitched as she took a step back, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stuttered, trying to maintain her composure. "I can work it off... I guess...?"
Jason chuckled darkly, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer to her. "Oh, you're going to work it off, alright," he said, his voice filled with a lustful undertone that sent a genuine shiver down her spine. He paused for dramatic effect, allowing the silence to thicken like molasses before dropping the bombshell. "On your knees, Miss Emiya."
Rin felt a hot blush spread over her face as she realized what he was implying. "W-what?" she stuttered, trying to maintain her dignity in the face of this outrageous demand.
Jason stepped closer, his belt buckle clinking against the new flooring as his pants fell away, revealing the dark fabric of his underwear. "You heard me," he said with a smirk. "On your knees, and show me what you can do to make this right."
Rin felt her cheeks burn with a mix of anger and embarrassment as she slowly sank to her knees. "You're a disgusting pervert," she spat out, trying to keep the tremor from her voice. She was really doing this... she was about to cheat on Shirou... take another man's dick in her mouth... yuck .
Jason chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now, now, Miss Emiya. Let's not start with the names, shall we?" He stepped closer, his massive frame looming over her. "But since you're so eager to get on with it, why don't you do the honors?" He gestured at the bulge in his underwear.
Rin's heart raced as she reached out, her small hand trembling slightly as she gripped the elastic of Jason's boxers. She hesitated for a moment, her mind reeling with a mix of dread and unwelcome anticipation... what would he look like if he was the biggest model Melinda had? Shirou already barely fit inside of her. She hated this, but she also couldn't deny the sudden spike of adrenaline coursing through her veins. With a quick yank, she pulled the underwear down, and his cock bounced out, smacking her on the forehead with a surprising amount of force.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, more out of shock than pain, her eyes snapping up to meet his amused gaze. Her nose wrinkled at his expression and she glared at him. Stop enjoying this asshole, she sneered internally.
"Is that the biggest cock you've ever seen?" he taunted, his voice filled with confidence.
Rin scoffed, trying to sound indignant. "My boyfriend's bigger," she retorted, her voice a mix of anger and confusion as she took in the size of his cock. It was certainly not what she had expected from someone so arrogant. He was smaller? At least she thought so. Maybe she was just biased?
"You were supposed to say just as big," Melinda muttered, but mercifully she did not call for them to start over again. Rin really didn't want to get smacked by his thing again.
"You don't have to lie, Aoi," Jason chided. "It's okay to admit that black cock is better."
"I'm not lying!" Rin snapped according to the script. "And I never gave you permission to call me Aoi! You are a stranger! I'm Emiya to you!"
"Is your boyfriend black?" Jason ruminated. "No white boy could ever measure up to this dark meat."
Rin cringed at his words. Seriously, what was Melinda thinking writing a line like that. "What!? No!" she exclaimed according to the script and bit her lip as she tried to stare at the dark colored thing hanging right in front of her eyes. "My boyfriend is a good Japanese boy, not some brute like you. You're just-"
But Jason didn't let her finish. He thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding into her open mouth, cutting off her protest mid-sentence as she gagged around his suddenly intrusive length. "Less talking, more sucking. You can hold to your delusions for now, I'll fuck them out of you with my big black cock later."
That thing now in her mouth was not part of the scrip, she was supposed to be the one to initiate... to be fair, neither was that last thing Rin had tried to say to him. His interjection might have saved her from having to restart this entire thing again. His hand gently rested on the back of her scalp as Rin tried to focus on the task at hand. Don't cry Tohsaka, she reminded herself. The scent of his skin was faint, but it was definitely there, musky and male, and it filled her nostrils as she took his cock deeper into her mouth. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her mind as blank as possible. All she had to do was get through this scene without throwing up or crying... or... This was an obligation, do it once and never again...
Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her small fingers as usual, failing to touch. She stroked him slowly as she bobbed her head, up and down, her cheeks hollowing out with every suck. She tried to pretend this was her and Shirou, but it was so hard with the size of his member.
"Good work Rin," Melinda called out encouragement for only her ears to hear. "Slowly worship that penis, you want your inexperience with something so large to show. Try to look reluctantly awed"
Rin murmured around the cock in assent and took a deep breath through her nose, focusing solely on the task at hand. Not Shirou for a second. She leaned in closer, her soft lips brushing against the velvety tip of Jason's cock. She took her time, tracing the contours of his head with the tip of her tongue, feeling him twitch in response. She didn't think about the fact that she had never done this before with anyone but Shirou, she didn't think about the size, she just thought about how to make this look as good as possible for the camera so she wouldn't have to do this again. She took him into her mouth again, this time a little deeper, her teeth scraping gently against his shaft.
Jason groaned, his hands gripping her head tightly as she worked him over. He began to thrust gently, pushing himself further into her mouth, and she let him, her cheeks hollowing out with each stroke. She didn't think about the taste of him, the feel of his skin against her tongue, or the way her jaw was stretching to accommodate his size. She just thought about the end goal.
Her eyes remained locked on his, watching for any signs of displeasure or instruction. He was surprisingly gentle for being someone who voluntarily rapes girls for a living, his hands guiding her movements, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that she easily matched. The sound of her wet, sucking noises filled the kitchen, echoing off the gleaming counters and appliances she had bought with this. She could feel her heart racing, but she pushed aside the guilt and the fear, focusing solely on the job she had to do.
"You're doing great Rin," Melinda spoke gently from the director's chair. "Now try to take him as deep as you can, it's okay if you can't get very far, just try your best."
Rin blinked, her eyes locking in on Jason's muscular stomach. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her throat muscles relaxing as she took him in inch by inch. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, and she didn't gag for a moment.
"What the fuck!?" Jason groaned rather unprofessionally as he felt her lips brush against his balls. "How... on your first try?" That was not part of the script, but neither was Rin successfully taking his entire length at all- let alone so effortlessly on her first attempt. She was supposed to be an amateur- and the amount of professionals who could actually take him to the base could be counted on one hand. Who the fuck was this girl... who had apparently accidentally signed up for porn? That had to be her joking right? He was the one getting pranked here! "Fuck, you're a natural slut," he groaned- again off script.
He was not the only one confused. Melinda had actually dropped her tablet as she watched Rin do something very much not in the script- she was supposed to fail and be teased about her inability to suck something so large! That was a foregone conclusion for an amateur with only one partner in her entire life… wait… Rin was being honest about her boyfriend? Melinda licked her lips… maybe she should be more encouraging with Rin about opening up to her boyfriend about her porn career again… two people that supernaturally talented… if only… she could actually be the top director…
Rin couldn't help but feel a flutter of something in her chest- it was close to pride, but not quite at all of their shocked gasps. She pulled back slightly and inhaled through her nose, before moving down his length and taking him all the way to the base again. She held her head there- she knew how much Shirou liked the feeling of it, and was sure that this partner would feel the same. And Shirou always commented on how hot it looked when she tried to take him all the way. Given that the script of this stupid production called for her to do this... She hoped they felt the same. She was refusing if Melinda tried to make her do this again.
Her eyes watered, but she held her breath, keeping her throat as relaxed as she could. It was strange how much easier it was to take Jason's cock than Shirou's. Was he doing something differently? Or maybe... she was just really good at this after trying so hard with Shirou's for so long... That thought made her feel a little sick, but she pushed it away, focusing on the feel of the soft fabric of her knees against the cold kitchen floor, the way her hand looked wrapped around his base, and the way her jaw felt... stretched but okay. Everything but how fucked this all was. She had a character to play...
But suddenly, Jason's hands were in her hair, pulling her away from his cock. He was panting, looking down at her with a mix of shock and something else- something she didn't quite understand. "How the fuck did you do that?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and panic. "You're just some random girl! Nobody has even taken me so easily before!" It was not remotely a part of the script. He was supposed to insult her for not being able to do that much, and Rin was supposed to encourage him to take control then if he was so much better at this than her.
Rin smirked up at him, her eyes glinting with something that was foreign to even her. "My boyfriend's bigger," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the log that she had shoved down moments ago. And it was true. He was also better.
Rin watched his face closely as he caught his breath. "Or you're just a slut, who likes to deepthroat dragon dildos. Be honest with me!" he demanded harshly. It was an attempt to bring the script back to the original topic. He didn't wait for a reply, his grip tightening in her hair, and before she could even blink, he'd slammed his cock back into her mouth, his hips moving faster, his strokes more punishing.
Rin had expected this to hurt... she let Shirou use her face like this on rare occasions, because she loved him and knew that he really enjoyed it... but it wasn't a pleasant experience for her. His stupidly fat penis always rammed into her teeth and the roof of her mouth. It made it harder to breathe then when she took him to the base and it was more painful than even anal. Rin liked being treated roughly by Shirou... but never in her mouth... So why was this different?
Jason was holding her by her twin tails and sliding her up and down the full length of his cock... and it didn't hurt? Was it just because he was smaller than her boyfriend? Or was it because he was hitting a better angle? It was a question that she didn't have time to ponder as he started to speed up his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag and gasp for air. She could feel the cameramen shifting around them, getting closer to capture the obscene sounds of her desperate gasps. She closed her eyes and took it, her mind racing.
It was strange... She had done this for Shirou before. But it had never felt like this., never actually felt good. Never had it actually not hurt her... His cock brushed against the back of her tonsils and Rin moaned involuntarily at the sensation. Warmth grew between her legs... no, it was just hot... That was all. Her nipples hardened as he continued to ram into her throat, making her eyes water... no it was just cold. That was all it was. She couldn't be getting aroused... it was just this stupid robe providing no warmth whatsoever.
But even as she tried to push the thoughts away, Jason's expert thrusts in her mouth was making it difficult to maintain her resolve. When he pulled away from her, his eyes burning with a hunger she had only ever seen from Shirou, she was left gasping for air. The taste of him still lingered on her tongue, and she found herself not hating- VERY MUCH HATING what he was forcing her to do.
"Stand up," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. Rin's eyes remained downcast, her cheeks flaming with humiliation. He tugged her hair, a gentle but firm reminder of her place in this sickening charade. She complied, wobbling to her feet, the robe falling to the floor to pool around her ankles as he tugged on it, leaving her in just her lingerie. The cold air kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt so exposed, so... so used. And yet, there was the sizzling heat building between her legs, a betrayal to her own body's desires. The thing she very much wished she would not feel.
Jason stepped closer, his cock bobbing before her, still wet from her mouth. He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto the counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. His kiss was demanding, his tongue invading her mouth with a skill that made her toes curl. While Shirou tended to be tender, he could be demanding like this... but it didn't feel like… this… His tongue swiped over every corner of her mouth, and every movement made her shudder in pleasure and embarrassment. Kissing wasn't supposed to be this good!
Rin's cheeks burned with a blush that she hadn't felt since her first kiss with Shirou as Jason's tongue danced around hers, claiming every inch of her mouth. His kisses were like nothing she had ever experienced, and she couldn't help the tiny moan that escaped her throat. In the back of her mind, she was appalled at herself for enjoying it, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt like a traitor to Shirou, but she couldn't fight the way Jason's mouth was making her feel. "Why are his kisses so much better than my boyfriend's?" she thought to herself as his hands moved from her hips to her breasts.
Jason smirked at her. "Of course they are, I'm a real man," the dialogue was cringe- and while not scripted, it was probably the correct response to her equally unprompted line that she had accidentally said aloud.
That did not stop Rin from making an angry retort. "Don't disrespect Shi... nnnnghhh," she moaned as he cut her off midsentence by tweaking her nipple through the flimsy lace barrier.
Jason chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and victory. "You're really trying to convince yourself, aren't you, Aoi?" He whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. Rin flinched at the sound of her stage name, a stark reminder that this wasn't real, that this wasn't what she truly wanted. That she wasn't supposed to be mentioning Shirou by name- she had almost screwed up and had to redo the entire scene from the beginning… to have to suck his cock again... and Jason had spared her that fate... by molesting her. What a fucked up world.
He deftly unhooked her bra, the cups falling away to reveal her pert breasts. The cool air of the kitchen made her nipples stand at attention, the stark contrast to the heat of her arousal making her shiver. She felt his calloused hands cup her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her sensitive peaks. It was almost painful, but the way he touched her made it feel... right?
Jason's kisses grew more insistent, his teeth grazing her lower lip, his tongue delving into her mouth as if searching for the very essence of her. Rin's hands, of their own accord, found his shoulders, gripping tightly as he palmed her breasts, kneading them as if they were dough. Her mind screamed at her to stop, that this wasn't right, but her body melted under his touch. It was a strange dance of disgust and pleasure, one she hadn't expected to feel. A traitorous one.
His mouth pushed away from her lips and moved down to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. His hands didn't leave her breasts, but rather tightened their grip, rolling and pinching her nipples until she couldn't hold back a soft whine. The sensation was so intense, so alien to anything Shirou had ever done to her, that she couldn't help but arch her back and lean into it. The camera crew was undoubtedly getting an excellent shot of her body responding to his touch, and she felt a twinge of guilt for betraying Shirou like this. But the pleasure was too much to ignore. She was just playing a character.
As Jason's mouth reached the top of her breasts, his tongue flicked out and circled her nipples, teasing them before finally taking one into his mouth. The feeling was electric, and Rin's eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a moan that she hadn't meant to be so loud... err she definitely wanted it to be louder... yeah, that... for the camera. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. His other hand squeezed her breast, the pressure bordering on pain, but it just made her more aroused. Why was she reacting like this? Why was it so much better than when Shirou touched her in the same place with the same force?
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She felt a strange sense of disappointment when he finally stopped, only for it to be replaced by a new sensation as his thumb and forefinger took over, rolling and pinching them in a way that had her gasping for air. The pain was sharp, but it just added to the pleasure, and she couldn't help but rock her hips against the counter, desperately seeking relief.
And then, without warning, she felt a hand slip between her legs, the coldness of the kitchen surface a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. She realized with a start that her panties were gone, and Jason's fingers were already inside her, stroking and exploring. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, but the moan that escaped was anything but silent. It was like he knew exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply, and it was driving her wild. Her walls tightened around his digits as she felt an orgasm building, and she had to force herself not to look down and see the expression on his face. She didn't want to know if he was smug or satisfied. Or if he was sneering in disgust at how easily she was caving to someone that wasn't Shirou…
With a loud moan, Rin felt the first wave of her orgasm crash over her, her body shuddering as Jason's fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that Shirou had never quite managed to find. It was almost as if Jason had a map to her pleasure that no one else had ever seen before. She hated the feeling, but she couldn't deny the intense satisfaction that flooded through her veins. And just as the peak was about to recede, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her panting and desperate for more.
Before she could even catch her breath, Jason dropped to his knees, his mouth moving to replace his fingers. The suddenness of the change made her grip the edge of the counter even tighter, her knuckles turning white. She felt his hot breath on her already sensitive skin before his tongue darted out, tasting her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she threw her head back, biting her lip to keep from screaming. He licked and nibbled at her folds, his beard tickling her in a way that she had never felt before. It was almost too much to handle, and she felt another orgasm building almost immediately.
Rin's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her was disgusted by what she was doing, by the fact that she was being used like this. But another part of her was lost in the sea of pleasure that Jason's skilled touch was bringing her. She hated that she liked it, hated that she was responding so eagerly to this stranger's touch. But as he brought her to climax once more, she couldn't help the way her body arched off the counter, her back bowing as she rode the wave of ecstasy. Why was her body so disgustingly lewd that it would betray Shirou?
This was for the kitchen, for the debt she had unwittingly incurred. She was just a vessel, a body to be used for this one scene and then she was free of all of this. She would not let herself feel anything more than that. But as Jason's tongue circled her clit, and she felt her body tighten around his fingers, she couldn't help but wonder why she had never felt like this before. Why was it that a man she didn't love, a man who was using her for simple entertainment, could make her feel so alive?
The guilt and confusion grew with every passing second, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. She came again, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But as Jason's mouth and fingers worked in tandem, her body couldn't help but respond. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts about Shirou and the love she had for him, but her body was betraying her, reacting to the new and overwhelming sensations that Jason's skilled hands and mouth brought her.
The cameramen circled around, capturing every gasp and moan, every twitch of her body as Jason brought her to climax after climax. Rin's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she focused on the cold counter beneath her, the only thing grounding her in reality amidst the waves of pleasure. She didn't want to think about why she was feeling so good, didn't want to acknowledge that it was better than any experience she'd ever had with her own boyfriend. This was just a job, a way to pay for a mistake she'd made. She had to get through this without losing herself, without letting the pleasure consume her.
With a final, guttural moan, Rin came once more, her body trembling with the force of the orgasm. As Jason stood up, she opened her eyes to see his smug smile, knowing that he enjoyed the power he held over her in this moment. She forced a sneer onto her lips, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Is that all you've got?" she recited from the script. "Just a mediocre tongue and nothing else." That was what the script said, and for the first time she recited it exactly word for word. That's all this was, her reading a script and playing a part. Her character Aoi enjoyed it, not Rin. Rin did not exist in this moment, she was the whorish slut Aoi Emiya.
"Mediocre is three orgasms?" Jason chuckled as he pulled her off the counter, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. He flipped her around and bent her over the gleaming marble, her hands planted firmly on the cool surface. "You're going to have to pay in full for all the counters, Aoi. I'll fuck you on all of them, that sounds fair to me." he said, delivering the line coldly. She blanched... this was the point of no return... Shirou...
With a swift movement, Jason entered her from behind, driving his cock deep into her wetness without warning. Rin's eyes widened, and she bit down on her lip to stifle the moan that tried to escape. The script called for a playful protest, but she found it hard to summon the words as the pleasure shot through her body. His grip tightened around her waist, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her hips. He began to thrust, the sound of their skin slapping against the marble echoing through the kitchen, mixing with the grunts of effort and her muffled whimpers of pleasure.
Rin's eyes watered as she focused on the task ahead. She had to get through this scene without giving away how much she enjoyed it, without letting her body's betrayal show. She had a line to say... "I'm only doing this to pay you back," she murmured, trying to sound as unenthused as possible. And it was true... but that didn't mean that it didn't feel good… She just had to play the part… she couldn't start from the beginning again.
With a grin, Jason positioned himself behind her, his large hands gripping her hips firmly. Rin's body was already trembling with anticipation of the next round of pleasure. He began to pump into her rapidly with a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisite. Rin's moans grew louder, filling the kitchen with a symphony of pleasure that seemed to bounce off the shiny appliances and the gleaming marble. She could feel every inch of him, his thickness stretching her more than she thought possible, his movements hitting spots that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Despite her resolve to remain detached, she found herself pushing back into him, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with a desperate need she couldn't ignore.
Her thoughts were a tumult of guilt and confusion. She knew that she didn't love Jason, that she was only here because of a terrible mistake. Yet, she couldn't deny the way her body responded to him, the way her pussy clenched around his cock, begging for more. She focused on the cold, hard surface of the countertop, trying to keep her mind blank, to push away the feeling of betrayal that washed over her every time she moaned with genuine pleasure.
As Jason pounded into her, Rin's orgasm built once more. Her eyes squeezed shut, she bit her bottom lip, and her cheeks flushed red with a mix of passion and embarrassment. "Jason!" she screamed, her voice filled with the same intensity as the orgasm that ripped through her body. She felt him swell within her, his grip tightening, and she knew he was close too. The name of another man had been on her sinful lips.
But he didn't stop, didn't slow down. He just kept fucking her, his movements now erratic and animalistic, as if driven by a primal need to claim her completely. He was relentless, pushing her to the edge of pain and pleasure, blurring the lines between the two until she could no longer tell where one began and the other ended. And through it all, she could feel his cock, smaller than Shirou's, but somehow... better. It was infuriating, and she hated herself for it.
When Jason finally pulled out and flipped her onto her back, she was almost relieved. The cold marble felt like a slap in the face, jolting her back to reality. She stared up at him, panting, her body a mess of sweat and arousal. He leaned in, his cock bobbing in the air, and stage whispered in her ear, "You know I'm bigger than your boyfriend, don't you?" Rin's eyes widened with indignation. "Just admit that my cock is the biggest you've ever had. That black cock is the best."
"No!" she exclaimed loudly, "You're smaller!" The words came out more forcefully than she had intended, a mix of anger and frustration lacing her voice. That was the opposite of what she was supposed to say... This was supposed to be the moment where she caved and admitted he was so much bigger than her boyfriend.
Jason chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Doesn't seem like it from the way you're moaning, baby," he said, and then plunged back into her, his cock hitting her even deeper and faster. Rin's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, unable to form coherent words as pleasure once again flooded through her. Why did it feel so good? Why was she here, with this man, doing this? "Admit the truth," Jason goaded her. "I'm bigger than him."
"You're smaller!" Rin repeated adamantly, earning a chuckle from Jason and some of the peanut gallery. "So why... why does it feel so much better!?" Rin screeched at the top of her lungs as her pleasure boiled over with the most intense orgasm of her life. "You're so much smaller... so how are you reaching so much deeeeeeper! This doesn't make any fucking sense!" Jason stilled inside of her at the very genuine confession.
"You know…" Melinda called out. "Let's leave that in, it's way hotter! Continue with the scene!"
Ignoring her protests, Jason pulled out of her, the wet sound of her pussy being abandoned echoing in the kitchen. Rin's legs quivered as she was flipped over onto her back, the cold marble countertop sending a shiver through her body. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything but the cock that was now pressing against her again. She didn't want to admit it, but she craved the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her more despite being smaller, the way his every thrust hit a spot that Shirou's never had. But she wouldn't, she couldn't. This was for the kitchen. For the lie she had believed. For the mistake she had made.
Jason's cock slid back in, and Rin's eyes rolled back in her head. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her. The new angle was almost unbearable, and she felt her body tighten around him, trying to keep him in. His thrusts grew more intense, his grunts of effort mixing with her own. The cameras rolled, the crew watching with rapt attention as Rin's body responded to the man who had invaded her so completely.
Incoherent babbles spilled from her mouth as she came again, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm. "It shouldn't feel so good," she whimpered, but she knew she was lying to herself. It did feel good, and she was scared of what that meant. "Please... I just… it to stop," she begged, the words barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. But she knew that wasn't an option. "I love him..."
With every thrust, Rin felt a little piece of her resolve crumble. Her mind was a jumble of emotions - guilt, pleasure, anger, confusion. She was here because of her own stupidity, her own naivety. This was her penance, her way of making it right. And as much as she hated it, her body was loving every second of it. And she couldn't stop herself from showing it- to Jason, to the cameras, and to herself. It just felt too fucking good. "More!" Rin screamed as his cock thrust against her g-spot and her entire body shook with pleasure.
Jason's rhythm grew faster, his breathing ragged as he pumped into her. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a mix of triumph and amusement. "You love this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. That was part of the script.
Rin wanted to tell him to fuck off, but all she could manage was a weak "No," her voice strained from the effort of speaking through the pleasure. She was supposed to tell him yes already and babble about how she needed more...
"You're just a slut, Aoi. You're loving every second of this."
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "I'm not," she murmured, but her body betrayed her, arching off the counter as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "I love my boyfriend... I love..." she chanted to herself, trying to hold onto some semblance of who she was. But the script demanded she caved so... "I love your cock!" She screeched loudly as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "I have never been fucked so good!"
Rin's hands clenched the counter's edge, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Her breasts bounced with every impact, the friction of the marble against her bare skin adding another layer of sensation to the mix. She could feel her orgasm building again, her pussy clenching around Jason's cock, begging for release. And as much as she didn't want to, she knew she was going to give it to him. With a final, desperate push, she came, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. "Jason!" she screamed, the name ripping from her throat despite her efforts to hold it back.
Jason didn't miss a beat. He kept fucking her through the orgasm, his eyes locked on hers, watching her closely. It was like he was studying her, memorizing every twitch and moan, every bead of sweat that trickled down her body. And as she rode the wave of pleasure, she felt his cock swell even more inside her. He was close. So close. But he didn't let himself go. Instead, he pulled out abruptly, leaving her feeling empty and exposed.
"Aoi!" Melinda hissed. It took Rin a moment to realize who she was speaking to. "Drop to your knees for the final shot! Quickly!"
Rin's legs gave out when she tried to stand, and she slid down to the floor, her knees hitting the cold tiles with a thud. She looked up at him, her chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath. His cock stood proud, still hard and glistening with her juices. He took a step back, stroking himself slowly, watching her with a smug smile that made her furious. She knew what was coming next, even though she wished she hated it. She should have hated it.
With a not so genuine sigh, she leaned back on her heels, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. He stepped closer, aiming his cock at her face, and she waited. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her heart racing in her chest. She was going to do this. And then she was free... But as the first rope of cum shot out, hitting her cheek and sliding down to her neck, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. It was wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the thought of tasting him. It was so thick on her skin- why was Shirou's more runny?
He groaned, his hand moving faster now, and Rin watched with a strange fascination. His cock sputtered, his strokes more erratic. And then it happened. The second shot of cum hit her right between the eyes, and she blinked, momentarily stunned. But she had a job to do, a role to play. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to catch the third shot, which landed directly on her nose. She licked it away, the salty taste making her stomach flip. How was there still more? It was already more than Shirou covered her with.
With a final groan, Jason's last spurt of cum arced through the air, landing directly on Rin's parted lips. She stared up at him in surprise, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of disgust and curiosity. It was part of the scene, but the taste was unexpected. Sweet and salty, it wasn't as vile as Shirou's what was wrong with her... He even tasted better than the guy she loved?
"Swallow," he ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. Rin's eyes met his for a brief moment, and she knew she had to play along one final time. And she wanted to... The taste was surprisingly pleasant, and she felt her cheeks heat up as she realized that she had enjoyed it more than she should have. He was so much sweeter than Shirou's ejaculate... that she normally spat out.
"Was that sufficient payment, or do you need to use me more?" she asked, her voice dripping with arousal as she reached up to squeeze his still-hard cock. It was a gesture that was meant to be for the camera, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity there. She had never felt so... used before. And yet, a part of her liked it. It was her final line, and she was free.
Jason's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "It's a start," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But I think I need a few more rounds before I feel adequately compensated." He stepped closer, his cock pushing against her open lips.
"AND CUT!" Melinda screamed as she leaped from her chair. "Holy shit, Aoi, that was fucking incredible!"
"It was?" Rin asked nervously, not sure why she felt so strange. It was over… she should be filled with joy… but it just felt empty. Jason stepped away from her and walked out of sight.
"It was beyond my wildest imaginations. Genuinely the hottest porno I've ever filmed… Sorry… you don't want to hear that… I'm sure it was miserable for you. Go take some time and shower, get cleaned up, get yourself together, and we'll talk after. You're free now Rin."
"I… Can… Can you leave?"
Melinda crouched alongside her and patted her knee. "We'll clear out soon, but have to review the footage, see if any of the lines need to be re-recorded."
Rin paled. "What… I…"
"Not like that!" Melinda was quick to reassure her. "You're done having sex! We won't need you to do more acting- just maybe re-record the voices of a scene or two and we'll patch it up in post. If you don't ever want to look at Jason again, you don't have to. I know it can't be easy for you."
Rin looked down, unsure of herself. "I'm done…"
"You are," Melinda reassured you. "Now let's go get you cleaned up. Do you need any help, or are you fine on your own?"
Rin shakily rose to her legs and wobbled towards her room and its attached bathroom. "…I"ll be fine." she wobbled there on unsteady legs as her mind screamed at her for all that she had done. "Shirou," she whispered guiltily.
In the end, Rin had stayed cooped up long enough for Melinda to leave without speaking to her in person- just through the door and leaving her with a check as a bonus. She had once again offered to explain things to Shirou for her… and Rin had refused. And she had given Rin an offer to do porn again… her and Shirou if they wanted… She was impressed by Shirou's apparent size and made it clear he was just as welcome… And Rin wasn't sure why her answer wasn't immediately no… Okay, she was sure… she just hated it. Everytime she closed her eyes she remembered that day.
And Rin had kept in contact with Melinda since then. Every day almost, they chatted over the thing that Melinda had insisted was a cell phone and not a celly fome. She had actually became some sort of twisted friends with the person that she sold her fucking body to. And it was nice…
Melinda didn't hesitate to talk about porn… and how there were millions of people watching her have sex with Jason… how her video was one of the biggest in the world- the #1 video produced last week… Melinda made it clear that she wanted Rin to film another video, and for Shirou to as people kept on asking her about the obviously fictional Japanese guy who was bigger than Jason, but she never pushed Rin to do it, and Rin never pushed her to stop asking. A part of her liked the idea of people watching her… in wanting what would only ever be Shirou's… And she hated that… but she couldn't deny it, even if she would never act on that disgusting desire. Even if everytime she had tried to masturbate since, it had been that in her mind instead of the far more perfect thoughts of Shirou.
Shirou was coming home today, and Rin had to be mostly fine… and she was disturbingly close to that. She had practically been raped… and it didn't feel that way. Instead, it was a painful but almost fond memory- a blur of horror and betrayal mixed with the greatest pleasure of her life… although with Melinda's advice on how to help Shirou live up to his natural talent… maybe that wouldn't always be the case. She hoped. Maybe she would be able to stay loyal to Shirou and have… that.
A/N:Holy fuck this just worked. I don't fully understand why, but something about the scenario was just so hot, and it's NTR where I teased a lot of different possible happy endings. Here's a poll link to four happier sequel ideas that have Rin and Shirou become porn stars who really enjoy their "work" with other people. Not sure I'll do whichever wins, but curious to see what people thinks is most interesting. Not going to pretend I haven't somehow been unable to shake like sixteen ideas for followups to the sequel that ropes Shirou in, that expand the cast of this weird scenario that shouldn't work as well as it does. I will almost certainly write at least one sequel to this, given how easy and honestly high quality the first part was./B2ZB9RjRLgJ
So the idea behind this was Rin is bad enough at computers to accidentally get scammed- in the same way old people do, albeit out of money. Obviously, Rin had to be dumbed down some for this, but I think it can sort of be hentai logic'd away by saying that she just has no exposure or knowledge of adult content aside from the idea that magazines exist. She just interprets things differently even though it was very obviously applying for porn. Shirou did not tell her that websites exist or what the search bar is, not trusting her to not break the computer if it had more functions. The only thing that Rin has is a bookmarks bar with different places for her to buy gems in bulk. Nothing else whatsoever.
Rin found Shirou's stash of private Rin photos and uploaded uh... all of them on accident when trying to answer a question. Most of them are chaste and just her by herself, with Shirou, or with friends. Some of them are very lewd though. She does not know what upload means, because that is exclusively a technology term and Rin avoids that shit like the plague. The survey person Rin references is from a JP equivalent of Family Feud- as those are real questions from the show. Causes her to accept weird questions after being asked stuff like that once by pure chance. Rin doesn't know the proper names of tech., it felt fitting. Rin doesn't understand that when you download a file, you have to open it after to view it which is why the contract didn't work.
Melinda was originally planned to be an asshole male director, but wrote her as the receptionist and thought Rin was more likely to get scammed by an actually nice person- and it means there's no villain to blame except for her own naivety. I think that made it hotter, that it's an honest mistake by everyone. Finding out how Rin could interpret obvious porn dialogues as not porn was so much fun. Rin genuinely thought that all retakes had to be from scene one since she only failed the first scene. Mitzy was in reference to Ayako Mitsuzuri.
I know nothing about kitchens. My understanding is that actually good kitchen remodeling's probably cost more than I said, but they got a discount due to it being a sponsored video. Do normal companies sponsor porn? Uh... this is an alternate parallel world where they do! I do not know if Porn Studios actually do exclusively deals with stars, but I think it's not that unreasonable when non-adult streaming sites did much more overpriced one. The idea was to lock Rin in at a below-market rate. Melinda isn't pure evil, but she's still an exploitative boss, like all of them. The conversation between Rin and Melinda after she learns it's porn was so much fun too. Like honestly the sex was the least fun part?
Except the ending scene- that was a depressing mess the first few times I tried it, where she was actually fucking traumatized, and then I kind of said fuck dealing with pseudo-rape aftermath and time skip and open-ended ending was the result. Could have been a better end sequence, but Rin enjoying it being successful, and wanting more while weighed against her love for Shirou with no clear answer works. Choose your own adventure! (Until the sequel).
Made Shirou bigger than their biggest pornstar because I thought it sounded funny and hot for a porno to not do the "OMG he's the biggest dude I've seen trope" but the opposite, and because I wanted a happy end to be open where Shirou does learn to be better than Jason. Also I wanted Rin more flustered over how illogical it was that he could reach deeper. Shirou never failed to bring Rin to pleasure- he was more than enough, and she normally would never consider wanting more. But Shirou isn't a professional (yet) and has had one partner- he's bigger, but the skill gap is huge because his size has let him skip perfecting his technique.
Prompt theme this week is not depraved. Thanks.
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