Chapter 74: Idea (Buy Privilege Please)

The next day, back at his apartment, Kyle was sitting in front of his computer, browsing adult videos and searching through different categories.

He had returned early from Lira’s place for this very reason because he needed inspiration.

If he was going to make another video with Stacy, he didn’t want to simply repeat what they had already done. The previous two videos had performed far better than he could have imagined, and now Kyle had started thinking about the whole thing differently.

He wasn’t merely looking for something to record anymore. He wanted to create something people would actually remember and jack off to it until they die.

Something different.

Something that could go viral almost instantly.

At the same time, he was also searching for another pill.

Not the same one he had used previously. That particular pill had been far too intense for him, and he had no intention of repeating that experience without a better option. If he was going to use something again, he wanted something more manageable and, preferably, without the unpleasant side effects.

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The chair made a long creaking sound as Kyle leaned his weight against the backrest.

He stared at the screen for a while.

"There’s nothing interesting..."

He scrolled through another page.

"I want to create something good. Something that goes viral in an instant and is actually worth watching."

Kyle took a long breath and looked toward the trending section.

The results were exactly what he expected.

Milf, Gilf, Cheating, Step-related fantasies, and countless variations of the same familiar themes.

Kyle frowned.

"None of this is useful."

Even if he wanted to make something involving a mature woman, he didn’t currently have anyone suitable to work with, and, more importantly, he wanted to make this next video with Stacy.

She was petite and youthful-looking, nowhere close to the stereotypical appearance associated with the mature categories dominating the trends. So those ideas were useless to him.

Kyle leaned forward again.

"Let’s just look at the comments. Maybe these guys have some ideas in their heads."

It was somewhat ironic.

After receiving the System, Kyle’s attitude toward adult content had changed considerably. Even though he had only made a few videos, he had started developing the mindset of a filmmaker. He had begun paying attention to what viewers actually enjoyed.

Novelty and Authenticity.

Something that felt different from the countless generic videos already flooding the internet.

His first video had worked precisely because it felt genuine.

There had been some planned elements, of course. The relationship presented in the video wasn’t real. But the chemistry, reactions, emotions, and moments between him and Stacy hadn’t been fabricated for the camera.

That authenticity was what had made the video stand out.

Kyle scrolled through the comments. One immediately caught his attention.

[ThatsLaPeace: Damn, those soft hips. If I were in his place, I’d have eaten them myself. What a pity!]

Kyle snorted.

"Don’t worry, gang. I already got to enjoy them, and I’ll do it again."

He continued scrolling.

[NeverGonnaGoonYouUp: FUCK! MORE! GIVE US MORE OF THIS! I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THIS BITCH! I WANT TO SEE THIS BITCH GETTING WHORED!]

Kyle frowned.

"Motherfucker, show some respect. You’re watching her, so at least have some fucking respect."

That was one thing he had noticed about adult websites.

The audience was wildly unpredictable.

Some viewers were surprisingly respectful and others were rude.

Some wrote comments that were so ridiculous Kyle couldn’t believe they had actually typed them out and then there were the complainers.

Kyle hated those the most.

They would spend their time watching the entire video, then complain about practically every part of it.

"This isn’t good enough."

"Why did they do this?"

"Why didn’t they do that?"

Kyle shook his head.

"Then why the fuck did you watch the whole thing?"

He continued reading.

[NeverGonnaGoonYouDown: This is great. I wish it was me instead of him! I would’ve done even better.]

Kyle immediately snorted.

"Why the fuck do these guys think they could do better?"

He leaned closer to the screen.

"Most of them probably wouldn’t even last a second if they were actually in my position."

He scoffed.

"Talking big behind a fucking screen."

Kyle scrolled past several more comments.

Then he stopped.

His expression suddenly changed and a thought had appeared in his mind.

"Wait a minute..."

He leaned back slowly.

These comments all had one thing in common.

They wanted to be him and they wanted to experience what he was experiencing. They wanted to imagine themselves in his position.

Kyle’s eyes slowly widened.

"Since these little shits want to take my place..."

A grin spread across his face.

"...why don’t I actually give them my POV?"

The idea hit him all at once.

POV also known as Point of View.

Kyle sat completely still for several seconds as the concept developed in his mind.

Instead of recording another ordinary video from the usual perspective, he could record the entire thing from his own point of view.

The viewers wouldn’t simply watch him but they would see what he saw. They would feel as though they were standing in his place.

Kyle’s grin grew wider.

"That’s it."

He slapped his desk.

"POV!"

He could already see the potential.

There weren’t nearly as many high-quality videos using that kind of immersive perspective compared to the endless supply of conventional content.

If he did it properly, he could give viewers exactly what they had been asking for.

Kyle laughed.

"I’ll give these small-dicked bastards the feeling of actually being in my place."

He leaned back with a triumphant expression.

For once, he felt like he had genuinely come up with something clever.

"Let’s order those smart glasses."

Kyle immediately opened an e-commerce website.

He searched for the type of smart glasses capable of recording from the wearer’s perspective.

After comparing several options, he ordered a suitable pair along with an additional storage card.

If he was going to record everything from his own perspective, he didn’t want to run out of storage halfway through.

"Next..."

Kyle thought about the location.

He had originally planned to record at his apartment again but that wouldn’t provide the kind of experience he wanted.

"I’ll record this one at Stacy’s place instead."

He wanted the footage to feel as natural and uninterrupted as possible.

Kyle picked up his phone and opened Stacy’s chat.

[Kyle: Hey, you live alone, right?]

He paused.

Maybe he should have asked that earlier.

A reply appeared almost immediately.

[Stacy: Uh, not really. I live with my mom.]

Kyle’s expression instantly changed.

"Oh."

He thought about it for a moment.

That complicated things. Recording something like this while her mother was in the house was obviously a terrible idea.

Kyle quickly decided not to push the matter.

[Kyle: Oh, that’s a pity. It’s alright. Cya soon.]

He put the phone down.

A few seconds later, another message appeared.

[Stacy: Why? What happened? Why did you say pity?]