The midday sun shone through the sheer curtains into the Ward residence, causing tiny dust motes floating in the air to sparkle like gold dust. Damien had gone out to work at the coffee shop as usual, while Julian had left for university activities, leaving the entire house to just Owen and Clara.
And inside Owen's bedroom... the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of heat, completely contrasting with the peaceful and warm atmosphere outside.
On three high-resolution computer monitors lined up side-by-side, moving images of a beautiful woman in a disheveled evening gown were displayed. Owen sat at the computer desk wearing high-quality headphones, his fingers drumming on the keyboard and flicking the mouse with the expertise of a pianist playing a masterpiece.
He wasn't editing this like an ordinary porn clip; he treated it as a piece of art that required his full attention and skill.
Owen used the same sharp gaze he used on the battlefield to stare at the color graphs on the screen. He graded Clara's skin tone to look rosy and healthy, adjusting the lighting and shadows to make her curves look prominent and dimensional, akin to a Hollywood movie.
"Too much noise here..." Owen murmured to himself.
He pulled up the audio graph, cutting out the low-frequency hum of the air conditioner until only the heavy sound of bodies colliding and Clara's sweet, breathless moans remained, crystal clear at an ASMR level.
And the final, most crucial step... censoring himself.
Owen dragged a mask to blur his own face in the clip meticulously. He didn't use a stupid black bar that obstructed the view, but chose a specific Gaussian Blur technique, revealing only his jawline, lips biting down in effort, and a neck covered in beads of sweat, to maintain mystery and leave space for the viewers' imagination to work fully.
It was simple psychology, leaving just enough room for viewers to imagine themselves in his place, commonly called "self-insert."
Clara, sitting swinging her legs on the bed nearby, stared at the screen without blinking. She bit her thumbnail in nervousness, her beautiful sweet face flushing red seeing herself from a third-person perspective.
The image of a wanton woman standing with legs spread wide to receive fulfillment from a young man... It was so embarrassing she almost wanted to dig a hole and hide, but at the same time... she couldn't deny that Owen made her look so "Charming" in that video, to the point her heart accidentally raced at her own image.
"Owen..." she called out softly. "Is that... really me?"
Owen swiveled his chair around slightly, taking off one side of his headphones and smiling. "You look very beautiful, don't you?"
"It looks... very lewd, but very beautiful too," Clara admitted with a muffled voice. "You made my moans sound more embarrassing than the real thing!"
"I just pulled the 'truth' out more clearly," Owen laughed softly before turning back to hit render. "Alright... Done."
The upload window of the OnlyStar website appeared. Owen filled in the prepared information quickly, as if well-planned.
[Title: The Bodyguard's Duty - My First Time & BIG Surprise]
[Description: When the Mistress is lonely... the loyal bodyguard must serve. (This clip goes all out for the first time, hope everyone likes it ❤️)]
He set the video access to Tiered Access to maximize monetization potential:
-Followers (Free first month/Next month $1): Can only watch a 15-second Teaser.
-Subscribers ($10/month): Get to watch the High-Light version, 10 minutes long.
-Fanclub ($100/month): Get to watch the Full Version, 4K resolution, 30 minutes long. Every position, every cry, and the final shot where Clara is in a 'messy' state at the end.
When everything was ready, Owen's index finger hovered over the [PUBLISH] button.
He turned to look at Clara for final confirmation. That made the tension in the room rise a level. Clara, suddenly feeling hesitant, moved off the bed and walked over to hug Owen's arm tight. She bit her lower lip, speaking uncertainly.
"Owen... Even though I've prepared myself a bit, and I was happy making this clip with you, are you sure I should really post this?" Her voice trembled. "This isn't just showing a glimpse or just being topless like usual. This is... showing 'everything' and having fierce sex. What if they... don't like it? I've seen some accounts face drama and heavy backlash when launching clips like this..."
Owen reached out to hold Clara's cold hand, squeezing it gently to transmit warmth and confidence.
"Listen to me, Clara... In the world of OnlyStar, the world of social media, or even in the real world, we can't please everyone," Owen met her eyes with determination. "It's true that some might not accept it and unfollow you because they want to keep you in their innocent imagination... but believe me, there will be a massive amount of 'lewd fans' who will be crazy about you even more when they see this other side of you."
He traced his finger along her smooth cheek. "You are beautiful and very charming in this clip... Don't fear drama. Don't fear what anyone will think of what kind of woman you are. Because to me... you are the best woman. And if you want proof..."
Before Clara could react, Owen took her hand and placed it on his crotch, which was now hard and unmistakably aroused. Clara, feeling the hardness fully in her hand, widened her eyes slightly, her face heating up uncontrollably.
Owen used this rhythm to lean in and whisper in her ear with warm breath until she got goosebumps. "See? Now you know how much I had to endure to finish editing this clip. So you don't need to care about others. Just care about the person who really loves you, that's enough~"
Clara, attacked twice in a row, could only inhale deeply, looking into Owen's eyes shyly, then nodded slowly, speaking with a faint voice. "Mmmm~ I believe you."
With the confirmation, Owen turned back to the screen, moving the mouse to the bright blue button.
Click!
[ PUBLISHING... DONE ]
"All done," Owen stood up and stretched lazily. "Let's go find something to eat in the living room. We have to give the algorithm some time to work." With that, he led Clara by the hand to the living room together.
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30 minutes later... at the Living Room
Owen sat leaning back comfortably on the sofa, sipping orange juice and chewing delicious butter cookies Clara baked yesterday. In contrast, Clara was pacing back and forth like a trapped mouse, her eyes fixed on the thin tablet resting quietly on the coffee table.
"It's been half an hour, Owen... Why is it so quiet? Is the system down? Or is no one interested?" Clara started to panic.
"Calm down, honey... The notifications might be a little dela-"
Ding!
The first notification sound rang out clearly amidst the silence.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
And followed by the second, third, fourth... before transforming into a rapid-fire sound like a machine gun!
Ding-ding-ding!!!
The tablet screen lit up. The notification bar flowed down like a waterfall until the system had to automatically cut the sound to prevent spam and disturbance. The View Count number in the corner of the screen skyrocketed crazily like a supercar's speedometer.
150... 800... 2,400... 5,600...
"O... Oh my God!" Clara widened her eyes, covering her mouth with her hand. "What is happening, Owen!"
Owen smirked, putting down the orange juice glass and picking up the tablet. "The bomb has dropped... Let's look at the comments."
He scrolled down the screen to the comments section, which was pouring in ceaselessly.
[GodFinger99: Holy fried bananas! Is this real?! Tell me I'm not dreaming!]
[LonelyDriver: Finally! I've waited for this day for so long! Paid the $100 without thinking. Worth every cent!]
[QueenClara_Fanclub: My Queen... she finally descended to bless the masses! I can die fulfilled now. This video is high art!]
Clara read those comments, and her anxious face began to regain color. "They... like it?"
"Yes, but that's not all," Owen pointed to a new group of comments popping up. "Look at these."
[BigGunLover: Wait... who the hell is that bodyguard? HUGE! Is that a tendon or a baby's arm?]
[X-RayVision: Shiiit! Damn, Mistress Clara being taken that intensely and still looks beautiful. That moaning... I could die.]
[JealousGuy: So jealous of that bodyguard! What merit did he do in his past life? Did he save the world?!]
[WantToBeYours: Whoa... no wonder Madame cried out like that. Absolutely incredible! I want to be taken by this man too. Where can I contact him? Can I hire him as a personal bodyguard?]
"See?" Owen whispered in Clara's ear, which was now bright red. "Not just you who is hot... but my 'weapon' has become a star too."
Clara looked at those comments with a changed feeling. The shyness faded, replaced by a strange sense of "Pride" and "Possessiveness" upon seeing other women in the comments expressing desire for Owen.
And of course, with positive comments, there must be negative ones mixed in to dishearten her.
[PureHeart: No way... My angel. Why must there be a man! I only want to watch you. Unfollow!]
[OldSchool: I prefer the teasing style more. This is too intense. It's artless! Hate this man. Get your dirty hands off the Queen!]
Reading them, her expression dimmed slightly. The guilt of feeling like she betrayed the fans' expectations began to eat at Clara's heart unavoidably. Seeing this, Owen put down the orange juice glass. He swiped the screen to change from the comments page to the "Backend Statistics" page instead.
"Don't make that face, Clara... Let's look at the truth in the backend first."
Owen pointed out the green line graph shooting straight up to the sky.
"The people complaining and unfollowing are only 8%. That's normal for the social media world," Owen's voice was flat but firm. "But try looking at the number of 'Subscribers' or 'Fanclub' sign-ups... Within just 30 minutes, from your original sub count of around 15,000, it's now 15,950. Increased by almost a thousand people!"
He slid his finger down to the next line. "And even more amazing is the 'Fanclub' (VIP) count. From around 900 people originally... now it has broken past 1,000 people already."
Clara looked at those numbers in stunned silence... 100 people willing to pay $100 a month to watch her... That meant $10,000 coming in within just 30 minutes!
Owen placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently to bring her back to her senses. "Caring about followers is good, Clara... but we can't care about everyone at the same time. Our energy is limited. So you should only care about those who truly 'value' your work."
Those words were like a key unlocking the shackles in Clara's heart.
The fear and worry she once had slowly melted away like snow touching the sun. She began to see the truth... Most fans might not see her as someone shameful like she first thought, but might see her as a "Sex Symbol" that was fascinating. Many comments praised her well-maintained figure or admired her responses and charm expressed naturally.
And what made her feel strangely good were the comments about "Owen" that kept popping up for her to read tirelessly.
[SexyGirl88: Ooooh! So jealous of the Madame. My husband at home isn't fierce like this at all. Want to be slammed by this bodyguard until my waist breaks!]
[LonelyWife: Is that real? Scary big... but so tempting to try. How can the Madame take it?]
Reading these comments, Clara couldn't help but feel a quiet "Victory."
Those women in the comments all thirsted for what she possessed. They wanted to touch this strong body, wanted to hear his breath, and wanted to be filled by that overwhelming presence... but they could only "Dream."
'Heh... Sorry, girls. He belongs to me. To me alone. Hee hee~'
In that second, her dark thoughts expanded. She was becoming addicted to the feeling of being "Watched" (Exhibitionism). She knew that right now... at this second... thousands of men were watching her naked body in the clip and were achieving climax imagining her. And even more so, was the feeling of superiority in owning this "Hot Bodyguard."
And naturally, as Clara was filled with so many dark emotions, her Demon Path value increased naturally, stopping at 90/100 points finally.
Clara inhaled deeply. Her face was flushed red. The eyes looking back at Owen held no hesitation left, only the sparkle of desire blazing brighter than fire.
She moved from the seat beside him and dropped herself to sit straddling Owen's lap without a word, even though they were in the open living room.
"Owen~" She whispered huskily, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you... You were really right. I should only care about those who value my work..."
Her round, perky hips ground down on his thighs intentionally, perceiving the hardness hidden under the jeans.
"And you... are the one who makes my value shine." Her slender fingers traced along the young man's jawline, before sliding down to his broad chest. "Look... seems like everyone wants to be my bodyguard... Plus many women want to know who you are, want to see your handsome face, and want to be 'slammed' by you to death~"
Owen chuckled in his throat, wrapping his arms around her slender waist to pull her closer.
"Wow... Sounds interesting," he smirked, teasing with a playful voice. "So... will you be kind enough to share me with them a little? Consider it returning profit to the fans?"
"Hmph! No way!" Clara lifted her chin immediately, pouting like a spoiled child having her toy taken away, but her eyes flashed with a fire of jealousy that was adorably hateful.
"Dream on! You are this Mistress's private bodyguard... and will be only 'mine' alone. Letting those women die of envy is good enough!"
Ending the definitive declaration of rights, Owen didn't wait. He leaned in to press a kiss on those plump lips immediately as a reward.
"Mmmm~"
Clara moaned in her throat, responding to his touch heatedly and deeply. Their tongues tangled with neither yielding to the other, amidst the midday sun shining into the living room... and the revenue numbers on the tablet screen that kept running up unceasingly...
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