1 Chapter 1

Standing behind a camera in front of a set, I absentmindedly stare at the camera screen. On it was a video of a girl having sex with someone.

Except that girl wasn't just anybody. It was my girlfriend. The video also isn't pre-recorded, it's being filmed. By me.

Yes, right in front of me, was a man and a woman having sex on a set, being filmed by me, the cameraman. With the woman being my girlfriend.

While my girlfriend is moaning and squirming from pleasure, I'm there with a camera crew filming everything.

I was the one responsible for wideshots, others were responsible for things like lights, mics, and close up shots. We were a team. This wasn't some homemade video on a phone.

"Oooh, I'm close!" the male actor announced.

"Do it outside!" my girlfriend replied.

And, just a few moments later, he did exactly just, spraying his semen all over her stomach.

After a few moments, the man gets off the bed and starts wiping himself clean

As he starts to get dressed, he says "Good job" to the crew and leaves to another room.

Jogging over, I help my girlfriend off the bed and wipe her stomach.

"Thanks, Ayato." she says with a tired sigh.

"...Yeah, it's no problem."

Running up from behind me, the only other woman in the room pushes me off.

"Let's be off, Alaya." she said while offering her hand, which, Alaya, my girlfriend, happily takes.

She takes a moment to wipe herself off, and pull her underwear up before leaving. She only gave me a backward glance as a goodbye.

Letting out a tired sigh, I rub the back of my neck. Another rough treatment from her bodyguard.

Alaya's bodyguard, Mishi, has always given me the cold shoulder. Blazing red hair, fiery amber eyes, and a toned body to boot, she was a very intimidating bodyguard. It's not that she hates me in particular though, I think she just hates men in general.

Alaya and her were actually college buddies before Alaya dropped out. But that's not too important. Just wish she would treat me with a bit more respect.

Getting up and dusting myself off, I begin helping the crew tidy up a bit. As I'm picking up the small props, a crew member taps me on the shoulder.

"What's up?"

"So uh, some of the guys were invited to a mixer. You wanna come join?"

As I stare at him quizically, I remember that I haven't told anybody Alaya's my girlfriend. We would treat each other as just colleagues, that was the agreement we had.

While we were out drinking once, I told the camera crew that I was single. Guess that's why I'm getting invited.

Waving my hand, I decline the offer.

They give an apathetic shrug before going elsewhere. "If you change your mind, call me."

"'Kayyy."

Minutes pass and I find myself outside the warehouse. The sets were built inside a warehouse, they proved to be cheaper to rent than whole studios. Outside right now was a moving crew.

Slipping right past them, I go two warehouses to the left and hear my girlfriend having an argument.

"Please, Mishi. I can handle myself. I'm just escorting Ayato home! He lives close to me."

They're arguing about me again?

"But, Alaya, what if he does something?!"

"He wooon't! I told you already, we've done this multiple times!"

Adding to the agreement we had before, we said that nobody should be informed of our relationship. But it seems our relationship is about to slip out.

Revealing myself out from the corner, I surprise the two women.

"Please, please, no need to get jealous over me!"

The two look at me with unimpressed faces.

Tough crowd.

"How long have you been listening in on us?" the ever-so-cautious bodyguard asked.

"Why, when you two were kissing, of course!"

Slowly making her way towards me, "I'm not in the mood."

Not wanting to get beaten up, I apologize.

Stopping in her tracks, she scowled at me, "Then you know what the problem is?" Her gaze was painful. Like she was trying to kill me with just a stare alone.

"Mhm," I reply, scratching my chin. "Then how about this? I ride in your car, Mishi. So Alaya doesn't have to drop me off?"

The two girls looked at each other and me, alternatingly. It almost looked like a comedy skit.

"And why exactly do I have to drop YOU off?"

"You'd feel safer that way, right? Protecting your precious princess over there?" I ask while pointing at my girlfriend. Not that she knows that.

After some initial hesitation, the bodyguard begrudgingly accepts. First seeing her princess off, I follow behind her to the car. "Black" is the only word I can use to describe it.

Stepping inside, even the interior was black. The seats, the wheel, the mirror rims.

"So which building do you live in?" she asked, revving up the car.

I give her the general street address—which was a complete lie, by the way—and then get on our merry way.

As she's driving, she asks me a question.

"So what exactly is your relationship with her?"

"Her" being Alaya. Man, why can't they ever assume I'm her boyfriend? I mean, I would say I look above average.

My hair was black with a tinge of blue in it, it was my natural hair color. My eyes were sky-blue because of contacts, I would say I'm pretty well-built. Average height but with a runner's body. Comparing my body to Mishi's was pointless though, she was far more buff than me despite what her clothed figure would suggest.

"We were just old friends."

"But you live close to her and are in the same job?"

"First off, we're not doing the same job. I'm just the cameraman, same industry, more like. I'd rather not get fucked myself," I reply matter-of-factly. "Second off, doesn't that also apply to you? Not only are you her bodyguard, you even live in the same apartment building!"

"Ugh, you have a reply to everything, don't you?"

I shrug.

A few minutes go by and she drops me off. I got off half an hour away from my apartment, the same one Alaya lives in.

"Alright, have a good evening, Mishi."

She didn't reply as she drove off.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, eh? Well, whatever," I whisper as I turn on my heel.

Moving away from my apartment, I head inside a computer cafe.

Paying for a half-hour session, I take a seat and begin browsing the internet. Searching for our previous video, it seems to be doing about average. The views and the like to dislike ratio was fine, same for the comment count.

As I finish checking up on it, I begin randomly scrolling through my social media feed. As I begin mindlessly scrolling, a thought pops up in my head.

I really should break up, huh?