I bypassed the standard terms and conditions.I wasn't concerned with the legaljagon—and focused specifically on the Creator Guidelines and Monetization Structure.
The platform functioned exactly as I had expected. It prioritized massive traffic and viewer engagement over artistic quality.
The site was strict about only accepting content where the creator had full, documented consent from all participants. This reaffirmed the necessity of my professional approach with Sasha and, critically, meant I needed to start securing model release forms for all future partners. If I wanted to avoid getting banned and losing the System progress, I had to treat every shoot like a legitimate production.
It also had Monetization Tiers. It offered a sophisticated monetization model, which immediately excited the new business mind in me:
1.Ad Revenue Share (The Views): This was the base payout, determined by CPM—paying a few dollars per thousand views, much like a traditional video platform. The site heavily prioritized viral, high-engagement videos, meaning the hook was everything. The more views, the faster the rank and the higher the daily trickle of cash.
2.Premium Tipping: The platform allowed viewers to send direct, untraceable cash tips to creators, especially during a video's crucial first 24 hours. The hook was simple: viewers would pay to see the "virgin" succeed. This was a clear call for me to improve my on-camera Swagger—more tips meant more points.
3.Subscription Funnel: Crucially, the site allowed creators to link to external premium subscription services. This was the real endgame. I needed to use the massive free audience on XXX Global Hub to drive users to my eventual paid-content site, which I was yet to create, where Sasha's $600/scene would truly pay off.
The reading validated every decision I'd made: the high-quality reshoot, the aggressive title, and the necessity to immediately invest in the studio and my physique.
I grabbed the iPhone, opened the file manager, and found the ten-minute scene. I was ready to launch.
I filled out the metadata carefully, ensuring the title and tags were optimized for maximum virality. I wanted a title that was impossible to ignore.
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[Title: Neighborly Intervention—Sasha Helps the Scrawny Neighbor Lose His V-Card]
[Tags: virgin, riding, amateur, neighbor, POV, instructional, big cock, auburn curls, first time, amateur star]
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I paused, holding the phone. Once I hit PUBLISH, there was no going back to being Jake Morris, the anonymous stripper. I was fully committing to being Druski Hart, the rising adult star.
"Fuck it."
I clicked PUBLISH.
The System responded instantly:
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[MISSION: AMATEUR DEBUT - COMPLETE]
[Goal: Upload and publish the "Neighborly Intervention" scene to an adult platform.]
[Result: SUCCESS! Scene published to high-traffic platform.]
[Rewards: $5,000 Cash deposited to digital wallet.]
[Attribute :+1 SWAGGER Point awarded.]
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It immediately felt the second mental jolt—the Swagger felt tangible now, a solid, unshakeable confidence that made me feel ready to conquer the world. The System confirmed the attribute application:
[SWAGGER: +1 Point Applied (Current: 3/10)]
I checked the dashboard. The entire layout was now lit up with green confirmation checks.
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[LEVEL 1: CORE OBJECTIVES]
[Rank Up Reach Amateur Star Rank (Requires 10 High-Quality Scenes). In Progress]
[Skill Mastery Invest 5 points into Stamina and Swagger combined (Current: 5/5). ACHIEVED!]
[Wealth Achieve $10,000 Net Worth. ACHIEVED!]
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I had successfully completed all three prerequisite objectives for Level 1 in a single day. My Digital Wallet showed a healthy $9,600.00. I had used $400 to purchase the annual subscription at the Gym.
All that remained was the final sprint. Filming nine more high-quality scenes. This required focus, practice, and the purchasing and setup of the professional studio equipment.
My focus immediately shifted to the exhaustion gripping me. The physical and mental strain of the last twenty-four hours—dying, reincarnating, negotiating a porn shoot, gaining $10,000, and working out, finally took its toll. I had had enough for the day.
I opened my messages again. I scrolled once more through Chloe's inbox. Druski really had been obsessed with this girl.
She was stunning in the picture frame I picked up from the table—a classic beauty with deep, warm brown eyes and a smile that seemed to hide secrets. I could almost blame the poor guy for being so obsessed.
I put the picture back on the table, the scent of Sasha's perfume still faintly lingering in the room, then opened Red Eye's message.
[Red Eye: Meet me at the spot in 6 days]
That was the last message he had sent, and one day had already gone by.
Who the fuck is this guy?
The other messages on the phone were equally cryptic, short, and urgent. They painted a picture of a life completely separate from the pathetic virgin status I had inherited:
[We've got a meeting at 12:15... You know where]
[Big Mom wants to see you, I will pick you up at 22:00]
[Payment secured. Don't be late.]
These weren't the texts of a miserable, unemployed virgin. These were the communications of someone involved in a clandestine organization, or maybe even a gang. The old Druski wasn't just a loser, but he was probably a secretly occupied loser.
I was intensely curious to know what all this meant, but the heavy fatigue of the day made concrete thinking impossible. I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I collapsed onto the bed, still trying to figure out who the fuck Red Eye was, and immediately fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The countdown to the Red Eye meeting had begun. Five days remained.