From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!-Chapter 12 - : Dripping (R18)

Jonny sat perched on the edge of a sleek, black couch, his fingers drumming restlessly against his thigh. Low studio lights bathed the room in warm, gold light and long, ominous shadows cast across the walls. It seemed the weight of the air bore down with heavy expectation upon him, almost chokingly.

Across the room, Lustina stood with her arms crossed, her crimson dress hugging her figure like a second skin. "You look nervous," she observed, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Jonny exhaled sharply. "I'm not nervous. Just... trying to process what's about to happen."

Lustina took a step closer, her heels clinking against the waxed floor. "You have been training for this, you have been pushing your limits, and if I recall right, this is what you were doing before you died. This is just another step forward-one you must conquer if you want to be taken seriously in this world."

Jonny ran a hand through his hair. "If it was what killed me-more reasons not to do it!" He added.

"I get that. But a live competition? With thousands watching? Against someone like Adam?"

Lustina tilted her head. "You're thinking too much. This isn't just about performance, Jonny. It's about control. It's about proving dominance—not just over your body, but over your mind. That's what separates the elite from the rest."

He breathed slowly out. Control. That was what it needed to be. That was the only thing left.

The studio's central monitor chimed lightly, followed by a blink notification onscreen:

[Challenge Accepted: On-Air in 5 Minutes]

Jonny swallowed. This was it-no turning back from here.

As Jonny leaned into his position, the screen in front of him crackled to life-a split-screen feed. To the left, his own face-focused, determined. To the right, Adam.

Adam smirked, running a hand through his perfectly styled blonde hair. The confidence that oozed from him was palpable, a cocky arrogance that raised the heat in Jonny's veins.

"He thinks he's already won."

Messages flew in like lightning, teeming down a scrolling chat window at the bottom of the screen.

User123: Jonny's got this!

DarkVenom: Adam's undefeated. This won't even be close.

QueenLust: Let the games begin!

Jonny clenched his fist. He wasn't here just to compete-he was here to win.

The screen made way for a countdown timer.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

The challenge began.

Jonny took a bottle of lubricant that was kept on a little table besides him, he slowly open the container and poured down some good amount of the lubricant on his massive cock

Slowly and steady, he first massaged the oil all over his cock down to his balls and then he held it with his right hand and slapped it three times on his lower stomach region.

Tah*

Tah*

Tah*

The oil enabled it to make pleasant sounds and this was action time for Jonny. He widened his legs and he started off real slow and steady, rolled his fingers around his dick before he began to stroke his cock.

Adam was also at the other end of his camera, slowly beating his meat.

"Wow! Amazing! It's nearly 10 minutes, and I haven't even begun to feel an inch close to the edge-normal, it takes me just 5 minutes back on Earth to do this!" Jonny thought while doing this.

With a breath in and out again, he mastered control over each movement, each sensation. He didn't want to be the one to crack. This was not about endurance; this was psychological. Each passing second, with his endurance, an utterance, or a declaration, was telling him how big he was compared to that so-called "star" in the industry.

The screen showed Adam slowly exhaled while smirking at him. "You're new to this, kid," he taunted. "Think you can outlast me?

Jonny chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think—I know."

Adam's face had faltered, just for a moment. Quick, almost imperceptible, but Jonny caught it. A flicker of doubt.

"Got you."

The minutes ticked by, the tension building up like a coiled spring. Every movement mattered. Every reaction was scrutinized.

He could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart in his ears as his body was stretched taut with concentration. He glanced sideways at the chat.

AlphaTitan: Jonny's holding strong!

ErosKing: He's slipping, man!

MidnightFox: THIS IS INSANE!

He smirked. They were turning. They could see it, too-Adam wasn't as invincible as he pretended to be.

Adam shifted slightly, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off the pressure. The jaw was tightening, breathing more uneven. Jonny saw the cracks.

"Just a little more."

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Then it happened.

A sharp exhaled breath. Cum all over body

A break in Adam's posture. His control shattered.

The screen flickered on.

[Winner: Jonny]

The studio became a din of sound-cheers, beeps, messages streaming in from the audience. The chat exploded.

And there, Jonny started to peak too. Right behind his cock, that building pressure informed him he would soon erupt onto the screen and, damn, he simply did not give a flying f**k.

Until a second later, with his fast and hard beats, he made the screen completely white with his huge amount of cumshot which the screen had no place for, to the very tip, down over, and pouring. FireFox23: HE DID IT! OmegaLust: New king in the making! SilverRose: Adam's reign is OVER!

With a breath, Jonny sank into the couch as exhaustion washed over him. He had won. Against all chances, against the biggest name the industry had to offer-he'd proved himself.

Adam scrunched up his face in distaste. Tearing off his headset, he muttered curses underneath his breath, and then his screen went dead.

Lustina, till then silent, spoke up now. "Impressive," she murmured. "You didn't just win, Jonny. You dominated."

Jonny chuckled and rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't know if I'd call it domination. But yeah... I did it."

Lustina leaned down, her gaze piercing. "And now, everything changes."

Jonny looked up, breathing still heavy. "What do you mean?"

Lustina smiled, slow and knowing. "You just made a very powerful enemy."

Jonny stepped out of the studio, out into the cool night air. His body was still buzzing with adrenaline, his mind racing.

He had won. But why didn't it feel like a victory?

His phone vibrated in his pocket. A message.

Unknown Number: Enjoy your moment, Jonny. It won't last.

Jonny's grip on the device tightened. He knew exactly who it was.

Adam wasn't done with him.

And something told him... this was only the beginning.