Evan woke up to the golden warmth of the Bara sun spilling through the curtains.

  His body ached—not in an unpleasant way, but in a damn, I actually worked out yesterday way.

  His throat was dry, and the remnants of st night’s vague sounds—álvaro and Isabel enjoying themselves—still lingered in his half-awake mind.

  He groaned, pushing himself up and rubbing his face.

  Water. I need water.

  Pushing the covers aside, he swung his legs over the bed and stood up, ly in his boxers. As he padded barefoot into the open-pn kit, he poured himself a gss of water, drinking deeply.

  That’s when movement outside caught his eye.

  Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the backyard pool shimmered, the water refleg the m sun in waves of silver and blue. And in the middle of it, Isabel was swimming, her red bikini slig through the clear blue surface as she moved with easy, practiced strokes.

  Evaated, debating whether to retreat quietly back to his room. But then—

  “You awake, blondie?”

  Her voice rang out, pyful and teasing. She had stopped mid-stroke, treading water as she turo look at him.

  Evan exhaled, scratg the back of his head. “Yeah. Just thirsty.”

  Isabel smirked, resting her arms on the edge of the pool. “Thirsty, huh? You got a swimsuit?”

  Evan blinked. “…Shit. I fot t one.”

  She ughed. “That’s fine. Just strip and e in naked.”

  Evan stiffened. “Uh—what?”

  “, don’t be shy,” Isabel tilted her head. “I’ve already seehing anyway.”

  Evan exhaled. He had been doing full-frontal nudity in the most-public possible setting. And not just owice! Why was this even making him more self-scious?

  Still, under Isabel’s expet gaze, he peeled off his boxers and stepped into the pool.

  The water was crisp, a refreshing ess against his skin. As he moved deeper, the m sun kissed his shoulders, the quiet sery adding to the seremosphere.

  “See?” Isabel smirked. “Not so bad.”

  Evan exhaled, rolling his shoulders ier. “Yeah… this is actually nice.”

  Isabel leaned against the edge of the pool. “álvaro had to leave early. He’s meeting some French t—potential sponsorship for the studio.”

  Evan raised an eyebrow. “Sponsorship?”

  “More money, better produaybe even iional expansion,” Isabel nodded.

  Evan whistled. “Sounds serious.”

  “It is. So,” Isabel said, stretg her arms over the edge of the pool, “I’m in charge of you today.”

  Evan smirked. “Oh? Babysitting duty?”

  “Something like that,” Isabel’s eyes glinted. “Anyway, let’s get breakfast first. Then we head to the studio.”

  The breakfast spread was simir to the day before—pe with pan-fried eggs, this time with bananas mixed into the grains.

  As Evan ate, Isabel rested her on her hand, watg him with mild amusement.

  “So, blondie,” she said, smirking. “Yineering job—expin it to me.”

  Evan blinked. “Uh, why?”

  She shrugged. “I dunno. For fun.”

  Evan sighed but obliged, expining his work, including the time he optimised a cooling system for a t.

  “Cute.” Isabel chuckled.

  “Why do I feel like you’re making fun of me?”

  “Because I am,” Isabel smirked, spearing a piece of banana with her fork. “But also because it’s kinda fasating. Not many guys go from eo porn actor ht.”

  Evan huffed. “Yeah, well… life’s weird.”

  Isabel grinned. “That it is.”

  ***

  Isabel sped through the streets of suburban Bara with Evan in her red Toyota GR Supra, the city unfolding before them in a blur of old architecture and modern roads.

  Evan leaned ba the seat, watg as Isabel effortlessly maneuvered through traffic.

  “I feel like this car fits you,” Evan mused.

  Isabel grinned. “Fast, sexy, and expensive? Damn right it does.”

  Evan rolled his eyes. “I meant loud.”

  She ughed, shifting gears smoothly.

  A short drive ter, the car rumbled into the parking lot of Fénix Roja Studios.

  “Go ge,” she said, jerking her toward the entrance. “Your partner’s waiting.”

  Evan nodded and stepped i the ging room, he immediately noticed her.

  She etite, with light-brown skin, dark hair, and striking gray eyes. There was something reserved about her—shy, quiet, almost delicate-looking.

  She stood he lockers, already ged into a belly-revealing white crop top and short denim shorts.

  She looked up at Evan, then quickly gnced away, as if unsure what to say.

  Evan smiled, trying to ease the awkwardness. “Hey. I’m Evan.”

  A pause, then—softly—“Nadia.”

  Her voice was gentle, almost hesitant. Her arms lightly crossed over her stomach, and her gaze flickered between Evan and the floor.

  Before Evan could say more, the door opened, and Isabel strolled in with her usual effortless energy.

  “Nadiaaa,” Isabel sang, immediately pulling her into a hug. “How are you, cari?o?”

  Nadia returhe embrace, her posture softening just a little. “I’m good,” she said, voice small but sincere.

  Isabel pulled back slightly, studying her with a knowing look. “You sure? You’re not nervous or anything?”

  Nadia shook her head. “No, everything’s fine.”

  Isabel smiled, brushing a reassuring hand over Nadia’s shoulder before turning to Evan.

  “Blondie, meet Nadia. Nadia, this is Evan—he’s your co-star today.”

  Evan blinked. “Wait. You’re direg this?”

  Isabel smirked. “You sound surprised.”

  …He really shouldn’t be.

  ***

  The premise was simple—Evan and Nadia were freshmen at uy, somehow assigned as dorm roommates. An awkward but i situation that led to something more.

  The se began in a cozy dorm room, the warm glow of a desk mp casting soft light over scattered textbooks and aop s filled with lines of code.

  Nadia sat cross-legged on her chair, her small frame hunched slightly as she frow the program on her s. Her brows furrowed, lips slightly pursed in frustration.

  “I don’t get it,” she muttered, her voice quiet but tinged with irritation. “I thought I followed the instrus, but it still won’t run properly…”

  Evan, sitting beside her, leaned in to examihe s. “Let me take a look.” His fingers brushed past hers as he reached for the keyboard, their closeness making the moment feel strangely intimate. He could catch the faint st of something floral—maybe jasmine—lingering around her.

  Nadia watched ily as Evan sed the code, his green eyes flickering with focus.

  “Ah, here,” he said, pointing to a line. “You’re missing a semi.”

  Nadia blihen groaned, slumping ba her chair. “You’re kidding.”

  Evan chuckled. “Happens to the best of us.” He typed quickly, correg the mistake, then hit ‘Run.’ The program piled smoothly, exeg just as it was supposed to.

  Nadia gasped. “It works?”

  “Told you.”

  She turo him, gray eyes shining with gratitude. “You saved me.”

  Before Evan could react, she grabbed his hands, squeezing them briefly before hesitation flickered across her face. A quiet moment passed betweehe air thick with something unspoken.

  And then she leaned in.

  Their lips met, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Then, with a shared breath, it deepened—soft but insistent, the warmth of her lips sending a slow heat curling through Evan’s chest.

  His hands instinctively found her waist, feeling the delicate curve of her body beh her thier. Nadia’s fiightened around his, then drifted to his shirt, fisting the fabritly as if anch herself to the moment.

  The quiet hum of the ptop faded, the coursework fotten.

  The kiss deepeheir hands roamed, expl. Clothes peeled aiece by piece.

  Isabel’s voice directed them.

  “Slow. This is for female audiences—romantic, artistic. You’re not just fug—act like you’re her boyfriend.”

  Evahat in mind as he id Nadia gently onto the bed, trailing kisses from her neck, down to her breasts, to her tummy.

  Then—lower.

  He inhaled her st—subtly sweet, with a faint musk. Different from Isabel’s a’s. Unique.

  His tongue flicked over her bia, trag soft patterns.

  Nadia shuddered, gripping the sheets, a breathy gasp esg her lips. Then, she pulled him up, flipping their positions.

  Her small, warm hands ed around his hard cock, her mouth pressing soft, teasing kisses along his length before finally engulfing him.

  Evan groaned, his fihreading through her hair.

  They shifted seamlessly into a slow, tantalising rhythm, their bodies learning each other with every lingering toud glide of their tongues.

  Then, as if guided by instinct, they adjusted—Nadia turning to face him, her small hands pressed lightly against his chest before she slid down, positioning herself on top of him. A perfect mirror of desire.

  69—expl, sav.

  She was tasting him, memorising every ridge and vein. Evan’s own lips parted against her slick folds, the soft heat of her body intoxig. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, relishing the way she trembled against him, her thighs tightening around his head iion.

  She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver up his spine.

  Then—intercourse.

  Evan positioned himself above her, the weight of his body sinkiweehighs as he lined himself up. Nadia’s gray eyes met his—soft, trusting, eager.

  The tip of his cock pressed against her wet entrance, and he exhaled slowly, pushing inside inch by inch. The stretch erfect, warm, tight. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her nails lightly digging into his shoulders.

  Missionary first—slow, deep thrusts, bodies molding together like they had always belohis way. Evan focused on the pace, letting his hands roam, feeling the delicate dips of her waist, the subtle arch of her back.

  He leaned down, their lips brushing, their breaths mingling. Nadia g to him, her legs ing around his waist, pulling him deeper.

  Then sideways—intimate, tangled.

  Evan rolled them gently, his arm under her thigh, lifting her just enough to hit the right angle. Her moans were soft, breathy, and genuine.

  The way she moved, the way she respo didn’t feel forced. It was easy, natural. Like this wasn’t just a performance.

  Finally—doggy.

  Nadia moved onto her hands and knees, her back arg beautifully beh him. Her hair spilled over her shoulders as she gnced back at him, lips slightly parted, breathless.

  Evan gripped her waist, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her hips as he slid baside, his strokes deeper, more measured.

  He remembered Isabel’s instrus—this was for a female audience. Keep it sensual, intimate. Less raw, more fluid.

  He adjusted his pace, rolling his hips just right, earning another sweet moan from Nadia. The heat between them coiled, building, their bodies syng in perfect rhythm.

  The climax approached.

  Evan could feel the tension mounting in his core, the familiar tightening that sighe final act.

  He pulled out at the st moment, exhaling sharply as he spilled across Nadia’s back, the white ribbons painting her skin.

  The cameras captured everything.

  A lingering moment—ragged breaths, trembling bodies.

  The shot in the end framed Evan and Nadia in separate beds, sharing a soft, lingering gnce.

  No words were spoken—just a quiet, satisfied smile between them.

  And “CUT”.

  Isabel stood behind the camera, arms crossed, a pleased smirk pying on her lips.