Aria was completely, violently vibrating.

This guy...

This absolute, unhinged, shameless savage!

He just casually walked through the door.

And he was already executing a high-tier courtship ritual right in front of her legal partner!

What happened to standard human respect?

What happened to basic greetings?

What happened to a single shred of social shame?!

And why was he so damn fine in that bare dressing of tank top and cargo pants.

"..."

She looked down at the towering blonde man who was actively smirking up at her face.

"Shall we officially begin the session?"

He smoothly stood up to his full, intimidating height.

He directed the question straight at Aria’s masked face.

"W-What? Right now?!"

His smirk widened into a razor-sharp, predatory line.

"Unless you, my breathtakingly beautiful lady, happen to have some other... highly private plans for my body first?"

"Oh...! T-That is absolutely not what I meant at all!"

Aria squeaked out, her pussy giving a massive, guilty splash inside her tight leather suit.

She was desperately, frantically trying her best not to fall into his psychological word traps.

She hurriedly whipped her head around toward her boyfriend to rescue her from this dominant predator.

"W-We could definitely start right now! R-Right, Kenj—I mean, Mr. Cat?!"

Meanwhile, Kenji was just standing there like a decorative houseplant.

His face was completely, violently crimson.

Red for pure, unadulterated shame.

This massive alpha male had entirely deleted his existence from the room.

He had marched straight to his girlfriend, laid hands on her, and Kenji wasn’t even feeling a single spark of masculine anger at all!

Why the hell was that?! Why was his body failing to react?!

Gulp.

He swallowed a thick lump of pure, submissive spit.

His inner raisin gave a tiny, defeated twitch.

"Y-Yes... s-shooting it is..."

Kenji squeaked out from the background.

"Finally!"

Sir Doggo casually turned his head around.

He reached out and forcefully clasped his heavy hands onto Kenji’s completely deflated, slumping shoulders.

"Excellent, Mr. Cat! I love a compliant partner!"

Kaizen boomed, practically vibrating with dominant energy.

"Let’s immediately start breaking down the professional story board then!"

"S-Story board?!"

Kenji blinked rapidly behind his face-mask.

"What on earth is that?"

Kenji had absolutely never heard of such a thing in the amateur streaming layout.

Wasn’t that premium cinematic stuff reserved for high-budget Hollywood movies and anime production?

Why the actual fuck would a standard, wholesome couple’s photoshoot require a detailed story board?!

"Errr... you seriously don’t even know what a storyboard is? How on earth do you manage to keep such a beautiful, high-tier, insanely hot woman by your side and yet remain completely clueless about basic media production?"

Kaizen slowly looked back over his shoulder at Aria, shaking his head in deep, theatrical disappointment.

As if her legal boyfriend was a completely useless, low-level NPC.

"That... I..."

Kenji stammered, his brain short-circuiting.

What the hell was this storyboard thing in a standard photoshoot layout?!

Was it seriously that important for the algorithm?!

"Sigh... look here, Mr. Cat..."

"You may have years of experience grinding in the streaming market, but not a single one of your videos has ever successfully crossed the 5 million view threshold."

"Meanwhile, I have dropped exactly two videos out of nowhere, and both have effortlessly broken past 10 million views..."

He took a dominant step backward, right into Aria’s personal space, and stood aggressively close beside her.

"I completely master the algorithm for that... I know exactly how to print absolute millions of dollars. Do you want to make generational wealth, my beautiful lady?"

Before Aria could even blink, Kaizen reached out with his thick, masculine fingers, gently caught her chin, and tilted her masked face directly up toward his eyes.

"Y-Yes..."

Aria whispered, her pussy giving a massive, violent splash against her leather suit.

"Then, you will both have to strictly follow every single thing I say without a single shred of complaining."

Kaizen commanded, his gaze shifting back to the boyfriend like a dictator.

"If that is the case, we can move forward with the shoot."

He stared down at Kenji.

"S-Sure..."

Kenji squeaked out automatically.

’Why the actual fuck am I saying yes to his words?!’

’He is literally touching her chin right in front of my face!!!’

’Take action, damn it!’

But no matter how much his logical brain screamed at his arms to move...

He couldn’t seem to find a single spark of the protective masculine anger that should naturally come at a time like this.

His mind wasn’t feeling rage at all.

Instead, it was feeling a bizarre, foreign, and deeply intoxicating sensation all of a sudden.

’What the hell is this feeling...?’

He didn’t know the mathematical terms for it just yet... but his shriveled little raisin was already secretly vibrating inside his pants.

"Good. Let me give you an example."

Grab!

"Eek!"

Kaizen suddenly reached out, violently snatched Aria by her leather-clad hips, and yanked her directly into his body.

Too close! Way too close!

Her premium, tightly packed breasts were instantly squished flat against his broad, muscular chest.

Her lower half was suddenly wedged hard against a massive, steel-like pillar bulging inside his trousers.

"W-What the...!"

Kenji took a massive, trembling gulp at the scandalous sight.

"Now, Mr. Cat, you might foolishly think this basic position right here will give you millions of concurrent views."

"I-It won’t?"

Kenji stammered, completely hypnotized by how perfectly his girlfriend’s curves fit into the alpha’s pelvis.

"Sigh. Mr. Cat is really entirely clueless on so many fundamental things, my beautiful lady....

" Kaizen purred, leaning down to look at Aria.

"Let’s just hope he isn’t completely clueless about other... highly private physical things too... wink, wink."

Suddenly, Aria let out a tiny, high-pitched, incredibly guilty giggle.

Boom!

Seeing her actually laugh at the joke, Kenji’s heart literally exploded into pieces.

An intense, radioactive crimson shade crept all the way up his neck to his cheeks.

"T-That’s not... it isn’t like that at all!"

Kenji squeaked, desperately trying his best to lower the staggering levels of public embarrassment.

But Kaizen just chuckled darkly.

He didn’t let go.

Instead, he gave two heavy, highly dominant, shameless squeezes directly to Aria’s soft hips.

Throb~

Aria tightly closed her eyes, her pussy instantly weeping juices against her leather suit.

She tried looking away to maintain her presidential dignity, but her gaze immediately landed right back on his massive manly chest and thick, flexing neck muscles.

"I am obviously just kidding, Mr. Cat. Your private bedroom stamina isn’t important here."

Kaizen laughed, thoroughly humiliating the boyfriend.

"What’s actually important is the market layout. There are already literal millions of basic, boring photos like this on the global internet. What on earth made you think this vanilla trash would become an algorithmic hit?"

"Yes! Exactly! I told her that!"

Kenji shouted, desperately eager to look smart in front of the marketing tycoon.

"But she told me you were a certified marketing genius and that you would personally figure out a viral way!"

"Haha-ha! No way in hell, Mr. Cat!"

Kaizen roared with laughter, his hands sliding lower down Aria’s waist.

"No amount of digital marketing genius could ever sell some boring, basic vanilla shit to the modern algorithm! That’s completely not how the money works! Haha-ha!"

"T-then how?"

kaizen stopped laughing and raised on finger.

"There’s only one way to gain millions of views... and that is called... N.T.R..."