Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 57: Meeting a Co-Star in Another World

"Should I bring Lena along?" Daisy suggested.

"Who’s Lena?" Joji asked.

"The maid who wrote the novels, silly. She used to be my maid back at the academy too."

"Do you not remember?" Daisy said, shaking her head at how forgetful her man could be.

Joji did remember her then. Lena had been their age, quiet and seldom seen unless there was reason.

More than once, she had warned him that people at the academy were plotting against Daisy, a quiet guardian to them both who asked for no notice and kept always to herself.

"I do remember," Joji said. "I just get forgetful sometimes."

He was already on his feet by then, moving through the room and dimming the lights of the mana lamp.

Later, when Daisy had fallen asleep against his shoulder, the thought returned and would not leave him.

The Snow Family was no ordinary servant line. They had served Everhart since the days of the first patriarch, an old and peculiar bond that had survived across generations.

Because of that, the servants of Everhart were not treated as slaves in the manner of estates like Cutler.

They were proper retainers, taught letters, etiquette, and discipline from their first day onward.

Some even said the quality of service in Everhart surpassed that of the royal household of Vicario.

That was what made it strange.

Why would someone from the Snow Family choose a pen name like Lena Reid?

’Might truly be nothing but coincidence,’ Joji thought. ’I will check tomorrow.’

The next day, Joji and Daisy went out in disguise, and Lena came with them.

As Joji watched her speak with Daisy, he could not deny that she was pretty.

Not in a loud way, but in one that settled into the eye and stayed there.

Her face was delicate, her eyes large, her lips soft, her bearing neat and polished.

She looked more like a young lady fallen into service than a servant born to it.

Yet the moment she took the reins, the impression twisted.

She walked like a hooligan, loose-limbed and careless, a blade of grass between her lips and her straight hair tucked beneath a straw hat.

At once, Joji equipped the Monocle of Sir Decipher.

He channeled energy into it and selected the option to read her current emotions.

The text appeared before his eyes. He nearly shouted.

For a moment, his composure almost broke.

His intuition had struck dead center.

{Lena Snow’s Current Emotion}

{Fortune’s Suitor}

{Lena Snow had kept herself carefully in her new life, granting no fond touch and cultivating no undue closeness with the opposite sex. Her gaze was fixed upon a single mark. Joji Sins of Crossroad, whom she foresaw as a man destined one day to wear a duke’s honors}

{Desire at First Glance}

{Lena Snow, in her former life, enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh both as a profession and as a pastime. She did not merely wander, yet she found herself quite spent by her own wild desires, and for that reason, she could never truly settle. In this present life, she always finds a way to bathe Joji and admire the greatness between his legs. Afterward, she pleasures herself, for she can no longer bring herself to choose just any commoner in this day and age.}

{Yearning for a Wilder Man}

{Lena admired Joji’s appearance well enough, yet not the manner of his conduct. He carried himself with too much honor, too much righteousness, too much devotion to proper virtue. Lena would rather have a man of rougher cast, with more danger in him. At times her thoughts turned sly, plotting how such a change might be wrought. The novels she penned were but the beginning.}

Joji was past fear. He was horrified.

This was truly the Lena he had known back on Earth.

The same Lena who had always greeted him with smiles in the corridors, the same Lena who lingered near the training grounds with that quiet, helpful air about her.

Back then, the original Joji had treated her almost like a confidante.

He had given her proper tasks, real ones, the sort meant to let a person prove her worth.

He had even trusted her enough to write letters of recommendation for her as a reward.

The thought made Joji swallow hard.

If the old Joji were still here, would he have been swallowed whole, until not even a bone remained?

Yet Joji knew that all of it was only self-preservation. Who would not want the chance for a better life?

On Earth, he had worked with Lena through more than a hundred scenes. He had liked working with her too.

She had been easy to talk to, sharp when the cameras rolled, shameless in the way only true professionals could be.

Lena Reid. That was the name she had used there.

Lena Reid, who had died in her thirties.

Joji still remembered that part clearly.

He had even put up his own money to help push the investigation along.

Lena had not been a cheat, not truly.

Men simply gave up on her because she was too wild for the sort of life they imagined respectable.

Too freakish for comfort, too hungry, too alive.

Yet one man, a fan who had supported her from afar for five years, had finally gathered the courage to propose.

Lena had told Joji about it herself once, casually, between takes, as if it were only another strange thing life had thrown at her.

She had apologized to the man. Told him plainly that she did not know him.

It had not even been a cruel rejection. Just truth.

But truth was not always enough for men who had built a whole private world inside their own heads.

She was single. She went clubbing. She hooked up when she pleased.

The man took it as betrayal anyway, though she had never belonged to him.

When Lena left a bar one night with some younger lover on her arm, he had followed them.

Later came the bodies, the confession, the madness of it.

All he had to say for himself was that she was a cheating bitch, despite never having had any claim on her at all.

The memory sat heavy in Joji’s chest.

What he felt now was not simple. There was no old romance between them, not in the way songs liked to dress such things, but there had been something solid once.

Not love, perhaps, yet more than convenience. A deep friendship born under bright lights, false sets, and long hours in the same ugly industry.

Enough that her death had mattered. Enough that seeing her here, alive in another world and under another name, unsettled him to the bone.

He drew a slow breath, then shifted and sat closer to Lena.

’Better to shut this down early. I’ll just give her what she wants,’ he thought.

What was marriage to him anyway? He had never believed in it much.

If Lena wanted trinkets, a little spending money, some comfort now and then, that was no great matter.

Such things were cheap beside the dangers he could already feel gathering.

Lena turned, startled by how suddenly he had closed the distance.

Daisy, meanwhile, paid them little mind. She only kept her thoughts on what Joji needed to buy, calm and unbothered.

She did not see Lena as a threat. If anything, Daisy had already entertained the thought of pushing Lena toward him one day as a concubine.

Lena had once been her closest confidante. In Daisy’s eyes, that alone made her safe.

Joji said nothing at first. He only sat there, close enough for Lena to feel the weight of his silence.

Then at last he spoke, and what came from his mouth was something no one in that world should have known.

"Braziers. Thirty scenes. All anal cream pie."

Lena jolted so hard the donkey nearly broke into a run.

Her foot lashed out on instinct and struck the beast to steady herself, for the words Joji had just spoken were no small thing.

This was the contract between them to self-produce thirty scenes with their own money.

That contract had been confidential, known only to her and Jonathan back on Earth.

No one else. No one. The color drained from her face.

Then it came rushing back, hot and red, not with shame but fury.

"Fuck you, Jonathan!" Lena shouted.

Her hands flew at him at once, twisting against his side as she lunged in and began slapping at his bald head.

Joji caught her wrists, then her palms, blocking each blow as best he could without hurting her.

"Stop. Alright. Stop. Stop," he said, calm in voice if not in spirit, clearly stunned by the violence of her reaction.

"You were playing me for a fool all this time?" Lena cried.

Tears were already running down her face.

"No. No, that’s not it. I just got here too, like, yeah."

Lena went still. She understood at once what he meant.

Not reincarnation in the clean storybook sense. Not some gentle descent of soul into soul.

He meant something uglier and simpler. The Jonathan she knew from Earth had awakened inside this body and taken its place.

Her heart began to pound, but not wholly from fear.

"I was born here, though. That’s not fair," she murmured.

At least there was someone now. Someone who could understand her.

Someone who knew what Earth had been.

"Did the world back there end?" Lena asked with grave seriousness.

"Fucking knew it. Satan came, didn’t he?"

Joji laughed so hard his stomach hurt.

Lena seized him by the shoulders and shook him anyway, demanding answers while he wheezed through the laughter.

"No," Joji managed. "Satan didn’t crawl out of the ground."

After that, the words between them changed.

They slipped into old slang, the kind only the two of them would know, rough and absurd and born from another life entirely.

Joji told her how they had uncovered the truth of her murder.

He told her how he had gone on to become the chief of a film company, how he had lived all the way to seventy-seven, and how at last he had died.

Daisy tried to listen, but the sounds meant nothing to her. Not one phrase. Not one strange turn of speech.

Even so, she did not doubt Joji. She had long since stopped doubting him, not after the initiative he always showed at night, nor after the way they had so naturally begun acting like husband and wife.

By the time their reminiscence had run its course, the City of Everhart had come into view.

Most noble houses set their main estates in the heart of the city, close to the center of power and commerce, but the First Patriarch of Everhart had despised noise and bustle. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He had believed that both knights and magicians required calm if they were to sharpen themselves properly.

So the Everhart grounds stood apart, removed from the thickest stir of the city, commanding space rather than sharing it.

They passed through the gate. Yet for Lena, none of that mattered.

She already felt as though she had won the world.

The joy on her face was too plain to miss. Daisy noticed at once and scooted closer on the seat, leaning toward the pair with open curiosity.

"Did you talk about something good?" Daisy asked.

Lena turned with a wicked grin, all tears gone now.

"Let’s have a fucking threesome when we get home," she said.