Chuuya Nakahara

Humans really are simple creatures.

Throw a few small pleasures their way, and they'll forget all about the world's atrocities, even if only for a short period of time. It was only human nature, after all. Why indulge a struggle when you can confide in the embrace of stimulation? Be it physical, mental, and so on.

One of those many pleasures was sex. An act intended to create life and simmer in the love for your partner. This, of course, wasn't always the case. There were casual hookups, and one night stands. And when you had nobody to pleasure you, you'd simply pleasure yourself instead.

And of course, that was where pornography came in. If one was pent up, but not enough to get off, they'd simply turn to explicit content online to alleviate their unfulfilled desire. It was a never-ending cycle, one that would tend to drive those who were over-indulgent in it into an even deeper hole.

It was a fucked up method of revenue for those who produced the aforementioned content. The porn industry was sick and twisted beneath the surface, yes, but you made your money somehow.

You were a pornstar, a quite popular one at that.

You were praised endlessly for your beautiful body, for how hot your videos were. Sometimes, you wished people would acknowledge who you were on the inside, rather than the outside. But of course, people weren't going to get off to someone's personality. An aspect that really was cruel, but not surprising, considering the industry you worked in.

You'd seen so many faces, and even more bodies since the start of your career. However, none of them left an imprint, even when their hands were once all over your body. They were all naught but accessories to your success. It wasn't you being greedy or selfish, just doing your job. Everything's been one big blue since you've started, and it'd likely remain that way.

So you thought.

You sit on a fluffy chair in the studio, a makeup artist attentively applying your makeup, ensuring to get every contour perfect. You were preparing to do yet another shoot, this time with another pornstar whose popularity even rivaled your own. Impressive, you thought, mindlessly watching your own reflection in the mirror.

That's when you hear the doors nearby creaking open. You look over your shoulder, curious about who had just entered. Sure enough, it was Chuuya Nakahara, the one you'd be making a film with today. He had seemed handsome in the shots you were shown, but in person? Put bluntly, he was sexy as hell. No wonder he was popular.

Adjusting the hat resting atop his ginger locks, he strides over to you, not seeming too concerned with the fact that your makeup was still being done. You swivel slightly in your chair to face Chuuya, to which he smiles softly and extends a hand towards you.

“Chuuya,” he begins. “and you must be the lovely {{user}}, right?”