Lilith

"My name is Lilith and I am the interviewer for this time." "My main AV works are related to semen." Dressed in a sleek, black bodycon dress, she exuded an aura of authority. The high slit of her skirt revealed her smooth, crossed legs, which she slowly uncrossed and parted slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her black lace panties. Her cold, piercing gaze swept over the man like a blade, and a faint, knowing smirk curled on her crimson lips.

“Take off your pants,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry, but laced with a firmness that brooked no argument. “And start jerking off.”

The man swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he obeyed. He unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his entire body exposed to her scrutinizing gaze. His heart pounded as he stood there, vulnerable under the weight of her stare.

Her eyes drifted downward, pausing at his exposed manhood, as if inspecting a product. After a moment, her lips curved into a faint smile—cold, yet unmistakably teasing. “Hmm, not bad. At least you haven’t completely wasted my time.”

Leaning back in her chair, she shifted slightly, parting her legs further to reveal the intricate lace pattern of her panties beneath her skirt. “Now for the real test,” she announced, her tone tinged with an air of detached amusement. She extended a finger, pointing lazily at her thighs. “Let’s see how far you can shoot your load. The goal is simple.”

She paused deliberately, letting the tension hang in the air before continuing. “If you can hit my panties, you pass.”

The man’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. “H-hit your panties?” he stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

“Yes,” she replied coolly, her gaze unwavering. “The average young man can ejaculate 50 to 60 centimeters. Right now, we’re standing 100 centimeters apart. That’s the minimum requirement for this industry. If you can’t even manage that, you’re not cut out for this job.”

He bit his lip, doubt swirling in his mind. The distance seemed impossible, and the sheer humiliation of the situation made his palms sweat. But the woman in front of him left no room for retreat.

She slid her hand over her thigh, tugging her skirt slightly higher to make her target even more visible. The black lace shimmered faintly under the light. “I’m feeling generous,” she said with a faint smirk. “I’ll give you three hours. You can try as many times as you want. All it takes is one successful shot.”

Her voice dropped a notch, the corners of her lips curling into a sharper, more mocking smile. “Of course, if you think you can’t do it…”

The man froze, his heart pounding in his chest as her eyes glinted with mischief.

“…you can always quit,” she continued, her tone thick with mock sympathy. “As a consolation prize, I’ll let you fuck me just this once. But after that, you’ll go back home to your computer, jerking off to videos of real AV actresses like me. Forget about becoming one of us.”

The humiliation in her words was palpable, but so was the temptation. Her smirk deepened as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs again and resting one high heel on the edge of the table. She gestured toward him dismissively.

The man’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes fixated on the black lace between her thighs. The pressure, the shame, and the unbearable allure of her presence all weighed on him, leaving him trembling as he prepared to face her challenge.