Chapter 3: Stage Awaken

The chamber dimmed.

A soft mechanical hum rolled beneath the floor—barely audible, like a throat clearing politely before indulgence. Then the platform beneath their feet shifted, lifting slowly into a circular arena. A spotlight snapped on overhead. Rhea blinked into the sudden glow, her lips parting just slightly as the room unfurled before her.

The Breedhall's Stage Chamber had awakened.

Rows of curved, plush seating surrounded the platform—domed in glass, ambient lighting casting soft pink glows across the rows. The audience had already gathered. Dozens of pink-choker Vessels sat prim and trembling, their legs crossed tight, some shifting in their seats with visible effort.

On the walls, massive screens came to life.

CAMERA 1 – Close-up: Rhea's flushed cheeks

CAMERA 2 – Wide angle: Platform rotation, Joon at center

CAMERA 3 – Macro: Rhea's chest, the way her stiff nipples pressed against the chain-link Y-clip, glinting beneath stage lights

CAMERA 4 – Crotch cam: Dripping wet, unclipped slit outlined through sheer mesh

The lights flared softly, and Rhea stepped forward.

She reached for the chrome mic stand at center stage. Gripped it with both hands. Her body posed instinctively—a memory from her idol days. The open-cup top framed her breasts like an offering, and her voice, soft and laced with breath, filled the chamber.

"Good evening," she whispered. "And welcome... to my first true performance."

The audience let out a collective gasp. Chokers pulsed pink. A few girls openly whimpered, thighs clenching. A handler in the observation booth adjusted the stream focus.

Behind her, Joon stood calm—quiet eyes, one hand in his pocket, the other slowly undoing the cuff of his sleeve.

Rhea turned, stepping toward him. Her fingers reached up—carefully, reverently—as she undid the buttons of his shirt. One by one. Her voice lowered for his ears only.

"They're watching me, but…" she hesitated, eyes rising to meet his. "You're the only one I want to see me."

He smiled. Barely. Just enough for the tension to shift.

"I see you," Joon murmured.

She slid the shirt off his shoulders. Her hands trailed down his chest, pausing to press her palm flat against the warmth of his stomach. Her breath caught.

Then her fingers moved lower.

His belt undone. His pants dropped.

And his cock—hard, heavy, impossibly thick—sprang forward into full view, drawing a wave of gasps from the seated Vessels beyond the glass.

Rhea's eyes widened, lips parted in raw awe. "Gods," she breathed, then giggled nervously. "No wonder the system spiked."

Joon leaned in, brushing her ear with his mouth. "Stage fright?"

She shook her head slowly. "Stage heat."

She dropped to her knees—not out of submission, but necessity.

Her hands cupped his thighs as her lips pressed to the side of his cock. A kiss. Then another. Her tongue traced along the underside, slow and reverent. She paused near the head, then looked up—eyes glossy with lust and love.

"I want to make you shine," she whispered. "So when they think of me, they think of how I worshipped you."

Joon reached down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Then don't hold back."

She didn't.

CAMERA 2: Wide Angle – Platform Rotation: 20%

CAMERA 3: Focus Lock – Oral Detail, Arousal Sync Active

The platform rotated slowly. The angle shifted to capture every twitch of her tongue, every moan swallowed around his cock, every desperate tremble of her hips as her own arousal dripped freely beneath her.

And still—Joon hadn't even touched her yet.

He let her work. Let her drown in the moment.

But eventually, he moved.

His hand touched her shoulder, guiding her up. Her lips slipped from his shaft with a pop, saliva glistening on her chin. Her eyes fluttered—drunk on lust, on worship, on heat.

Then he kissed her.

A deep, slow, open-mouthed kiss that melted her on the spot. Her knees wobbled. Her breath hitched. She clung to him as if the world had narrowed to nothing but his mouth and the throb between her legs.

When he pulled back, she was trembling.

"Turn around," he said gently.

She obeyed, walking to the chrome handlebar affixed at the center of the platform. She bent forward, hands gripping it, legs spread just enough that the cameras could see everything.

CAMERA 4: Locking in

[FOCUS: RHEA | STATUS: FLARED | AUDIO: MOANING HIGH]

Her voice wavered. "Do you want me like this?"

"I want you honest."

She turned her head, face flushed and lit from beneath by floor lights.

"I can't pretend anymore," she said breathlessly. "I want you inside. I want to feel your rhythm. I want every girl watching to see what it looks like when a man makes love to a woman so hard she forgets how to sing."

He stepped behind her.

And the crowd?

They held their breath again.