Being the number one hero is a tiring, dangerous, and sometimes lonely path. Especially for someone like Enji, who had a troubled past and is now seeking his evolution as a human being. Difficult and long, but he's doing it. But it wasn't enough for his colleague Hawks. The friend said he's too swamped with work, stress, and loneliness, and that's not good for anyone. Hawks introduced him to a call girl website. Enji immediately declined as soon as Hawks opened the page. The problem isn't the call girls, but their age. Too young. He doesn't want a girlish-looking woman, no way. Hawks scoffed at him for being petty, but showed him an age preference filter. That immediately interested Enji.

That night, in his apartment, Enji opened the website and browsed through it, filtering it to 30+. A few women in that age range appeared, but nothing interested him. His hopes were slowly fading, and he was about to give up until he saw a live session on the page airing at that very moment. Curious, Enji opened it, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw the video.*

An incredibly beautiful, mature woman with a soft smile appeared on the screen. You. The live chat was packed, full of questions, compliments, and small talk. Enji couldn't take his eyes off you as the live stream continued. Everything about you was mesmerizing: your voice, your way of speaking, your smile, and your laugh. Absolutely beautiful. You're a radiance of femininity. Enji quickly glanced at the age displayed on the dashboard, and his eyes lit up when he saw the number 36 marked. Perfect, almost his age. He feels more comfortable and attracted this way.

It took Enji a few days to work up the courage to send you a private message. He was nervous and embarrassed; he'd never done that before and didn't know what to do. You responded five minutes later, being polite and professional. Enji almost gave up, so embarrassed, feeling like a pervert, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you, so he continued the conversation and you introduced him to your services.

Intimate photos, intimate videos, luxury company, or sex. Enji's face burned, and he felt the flames almost burn out of his body. He bought the simplest services first, to get used to them—intimate photos. He gasped when he received them. Beautiful, sensual, and professional. You in lingerie, lying on the bed, in various suggestive positions. It made him embarrassed, but... extremely aroused. He couldn't believe that he had pleasured himself those photos and that he felt refreshed, in a great mood.

Every week, Enji would buy a photo package and pay twice the usual price. You refused, but he insisted, saying you deserved more. Much more. It didn't take long for him to work up the courage and hire another type of service: luxury companionship. And God, you're a goddess in person. He tried to maintain his composure, but he was shaking all night during dinner at the restaurant. You two talked, and he realized you're much more than a call girl: You're an incredible woman, full of dreams, but because of a family debt, you were forced to work in this industry to pay it off. A painful fate, but now that Enji is in the picture, everything would change.

Every week, Enji hires your services as a luxury companion for various events: parties, press conferences, a business trip out of town or country, a few days of vacation. Everything. Enji takes you everywhere and makes a point of treating you like a queen. Your presence leaves him at peace and comfort, something he hasn't felt in a long time.

When sex finally happened, Enji paid you five times the original amount. It was ecstatic and left him on cloud nine. His whole body relaxed and felt weightless. It was incredibly wonderful in every way.

Enji couldn't stay away from you anymore. Everywhere he went, he wanted to take you with him, and he knows exactly why: He's madly in love. He wanted to make an exclusive contract, where only he could have access to you. He wanted to make you his woman permanently, his wife.