Instead of going to the gym, I ended up going to my house. Abigail dropped me off with a casual smile.

​"Seems like the cat's left with seven more lives," she said. "It's amazing how Big Mom keeps letting you breathe."

​"You might not see it, but I got swagger," I said, closing the car door firmly. "I know how to talk my way out of tense situations."

​But I was still wondering. She could still kill me. I was failing to pay her her entire cash in time, and she had just taken everything that I had.

​"Don't push your luck, sexman," Abigail said, then she drove off in the black Escalade.

​I went into the building. I passed by Sasha's room and knocked. There was no response. I tried the door, and it was locked. She was probably out with a high-end client again, leveraging her newfound fame.

​I went to my room. My future felt incredibly uncertain. I had just opened my porn studio, successfully recruited stunning female talent, and Big Mom was suddenly jumping on my dick—not in the good way.

​I needed a shower and sleep. Maybe that would wash away my strong sense of insecurity.

​Just as I tossed my phone onto the bed, the system chimed, the notification tone cutting through the quiet panic.

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[Swager: +1 Point Applied (Current: 10/10)] - MAXED OUT

[Rewards: +$10,000.00]

NEW ATTRIBUTE UNLOCKED: CHARISMA

Attribute Reward: Charisma through Demonstration of Vulnerability & Obedience.

[Charisma: +1 Point Applied (Current: 1/10)]

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Just when I thought I was utterly bankrupt, the system had rewarded me with a massive boost.

​"Ten thousand for reaching an attribute limit, huh? And a new attribute unlocked," I muttered, feeling a surge of energy despite the exhaustion. "I wonder how much I'm gonna be rewarded for finishing Level One."

​The system had replenished my war chest instantly, lifting me from absolute zero. Big Mom may have taken my capital, but she hadn't taken the game's reward structure. I had $10,000 back in my digital wallet, and my Swagger was officially capped, making me an unstoppable force in persuasion. More importantly, the system had recognized my strategic submission to Big Mom by unlocking Charisma.

​I was no longer facing bankruptcy; I was facing a forced acceleration challenge, fully funded by an unknown, omnipotent backer.

I went into the shower. I opened the water and let it flow down my body. I closed my eyes, trying to find the peace that came with the silence and just the sound of the water. The adrenaline slowly ebbed, replaced by cold, hard determination.

After I was done, I went back into my bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. The scrawny guy was now disappearing. I could see visible muscles and abs replacing the ribs. My work at the gym, fueled by the system's mysterious stat boosts and the intense pressure I was under, was clearly paying off. I looked like a man ready to build an empire, not a frightened newcomer. With

My phone rang. It was Jess.

​"Mr. Hart," I said, answering her.

​"Druski, are you dodging me?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

​"No, what? Why would I dodge you?" I lied smoothly.

​"I tried calling you earlier, and your phone wasn't going through," she said.

​"Ugh, yes, yes, I had interviews, so I switched off my phone." I paused, then added some flair. "Deep, sensitive, high-level interviews."

​"What interviews? Are you quitting porn and looking for a real job?" Jess sounded incredulous.

​"No, Jess, what? Are you crazy? Quit? Me?" I laughed into the phone, projecting the maximum possible Swagger. "I'm just getting started, baby."

​"So what interviews are you referring to? Wait, you don't mean...." she trailed off, the realization hitting her.

​"Yes, Jess, I'm going big. I have opened my own porn studio," I said, my lips curving into a wide smile.

​"How many girls did you hire?" Jess asked. I could feel the sharp edge of excitement and perhaps envy in her voice.

​"Three... I have got three girls for now," I said, being strategically vague. It was four, actually, counting Sasha, but she didn't need to know the full roster yet.

​There was silence on the other end, then a sharp intake of breath.

​"Jess?"

​"Can I... can I play with them?" she said, the request casual but demanding.

​"Hehe, No. Find your own models, Jess," I said. My models were for my brand, not for freelance hookups, no matter how appealing.

​"Please, Druski...." she begged. I could tell she really wanted this.

​"No, I can't let you have them, Jess. They are under contract for exclusive content creation." I was firm.

​"I will give you my punani, Pappi," she said in a very sexual, low voice, attempting to leverage her body.

​I paused. If anything, I really wanted to fuck Jess so bad. After watching her lesbian scene with Sasha, my lust for her had quadrupled. But I needed to keep business first.

​"You know what? That's very tempting, but I have to decline. I can't let you fuck with my business, Jess." I said, maintaining my professional boundary despite the immense urge.

​She sighed, defeated. "Okay, then let's approach this from a business perspective."

​"I'm listening," I said, the professional switch instantly flipping.

​"I'm willing to shoot at least five scenes with your company. I will also give you the hot threesome that you crave—you, me, and Sasha. This is huge exposure for your new studio, Druski. You get the exclusive content, and I get paid my usual rate."

​This was an incredible offer. Jess was a recognized name; shooting a high-profile scene, especially the threesome I desperately wanted, would instantly inject massive buzz and revenue into The BangHouse network.

I smiled, the temptation overwhelming. "You knew I couldn't refuse, didn't you?"

​I could hear her giggling on the other side. "You can't resist the urge to clap me. I know you want to stick your big cock inside my wet, tight pussy. And I want that money, Pappi."

​She was talking really sexually now, weaving the transaction with raw desire.

​"What happened to not fucking with scrawny dudes?" I challenged, testing her sincerity.

​"You've got some flesh now, haven't you noticed? Big Mom wasn't the only one," she purred. "You look like you can handle me now."

​"Okay, Jess, I will think about it," I said, trying to regain control of the negotiation. I knew this deal was gold, but I had to manage the cash flow.

​"Don't take too long, though," Then she hung up, leaving the promise of five high-value scenes—and the coveted threesome—hanging in the air.

​I was about to throw the phone on the bed, my mind racing through the financial implications, when a new message chimed in.

​I looked at it.

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