Late Friday afternoon, the once-fierce sunlight began to wane, casting a warm, golden glow that bathed the skyscrapers of Titan City in a honey-colored light. Owen was driving his trusty SUV through the increasingly congested traffic, yet his heart felt strangely light. He smirked, humming along to his favorite rock band playing softly from the car's speakers.

Meeting Finley today was like a cool breeze blowing into his chaotic life. It wasn't just about Rosy's streamer project getting off to a beautiful start, but because of the pure charm and adorable shyness of "her." It made Owen feel refreshed and inexplicably excited.

'What a truly lovely person…' he thought, unable to stop smiling as he recalled Finley's blushing face and nervously averted eyes. 'And I have such a weakness for this kind of cute stuff… Sigh~'

His thoughts drifted along with the music until his car came to a stop at a red light by a crosswalk. Owen leaned back comfortably in his seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. His eyes scanned the surroundings idly… and then he saw something that made the smile vanish from his face.

Amidst the crowd hurrying across the crosswalk, a blind elderly man was slowly making his way with a cane. Suddenly, a young man in a suit, talking on his phone and running without looking, collided with the old man, knocking him off balance.

THUD!

The white cane in the old man's hand flew several meters away before landing on the road with a loud "CLANG!" The blind man froze in the middle of the crosswalk. He slowly crouched down, fumbling desperately for the cane that was like his eyes, but he couldn't find it as it was too far away.

What was even more depressing was that no one paid any attention. Everyone just walked past as if the old man was invisible, leaving the elderly man stranded in the middle of the road alone.

Owen's brow furrowed. He let out a weary sigh. His first instinct was to honk and curse at the young man in the suit, but a deeper instinct… the power that bound his very soul… was giving him an order.

'Damn it…' he grumbled internally. 'I just want to go home…'

Owen knew he couldn't just sit and watch any longer. He had to help the old man immediately, because it was his covenant… He turned on his signal, quickly pulled out of the lane, and parked in a temporary spot on the side of the road. He got out of the car and ran straight to help the old man.

"Sir, are you alright?" he said in a soft voice, supporting the old man's arm. "Your cane is over here." He ran to retrieve the cane that had fallen in the middle of the road and brought it back to the old man just before the light turned green.

"Thank you, young man. Thank you so much," the old man said with a warm smile. Owen nodded and helped him safely across the street.

He walked back to his car, feeling good about helping someone, but he couldn't help but feel the annoyance that came with it. "I hope nothing like this happens again today," he muttered to himself as he opened the car door.

But it seemed that God had heard his complaint and decided to mess with him further…

"Meow! Meow!"

The panicked cries of a cat came from a large tree by the side of the road where he had parked. Owen looked up and had to sigh for the second time that day. On a branch about three meters off the ground, a small tabby kitten clung tightly, trembling with fear. Below, a large pit bull stood on its hind legs against the trunk, barking menacingly without stopping. And next to it… a little girl, the cat's owner, was standing there crying her eyes out pitifully.

Owen closed his eyes and counted to three in his head. 'Okay… just a cat stuck in a tree… no big deal.'

He walked over to the little girl and crouched down. "Don't cry. I'll get your kitty down for you."

With that, he walked to the tree, quickly assessing the height and strength of the branches. With his C-Rank body, climbing a tree like this was a piece of cake. It took him less than ten seconds to climb up, safely rescue the terrified kitten, and chase the mean dog away.

"Here's your cat… You have to take good care of him next time, okay?" He returned the kitten to the little girl, who had now stopped crying and was smiling widely with joy.

Owen was about to turn back to his car, but something in the corner of his eye made him stop for the third time.

At the entrance of a nearby apartment building, a small, elderly woman was struggling to carry two large, heavy-looking paper grocery bags up the stairs. Her small, frail body was trembling precariously, as if she could fall at any moment.

Owen put his head in his hands. 'What the hell is with today!?'

He walked straight towards the old woman with a tired smile. "Ma'am, let me help you with that."

He took all the bags from her, holding them as easily as if they were bags of snacks, and led her up the stairs to her apartment door. "Thank you, dear. It's hard to find a kind young man like you these days," the old woman blessed him profusely.

Finally… after completing a trifecta of good deeds, Owen managed to get back to his SUV. He collapsed into the driver's seat, exhausted. Small beads of sweat had formed on his hairline and his back, which was damp from running around helping people in a hurry.

He looked up at the orange evening sky through the windshield and could only laugh at himself softly.

"Damn covenant…" he muttered with amusement. "…So this is the 'price' I have to pay… What a pain."

Even as he grumbled, deep down, he didn't feel bad at all. He started the car and pulled back onto the road, heading home where his next mission, and an even more complicated relationship, awaited him…

…..

Later that evening, after Owen had rested and taken care of his personal business, he knocked lightly on Julian's door.

Julian's bedroom was unchanged. It was the true kingdom of a university student. Band and movie posters were scattered on the walls. The bookshelf was a chaotic mix of textbooks and novels. But the most prominent feature was the high-spec computer and the large curved monitor in the middle of the room, a clear indicator of the owner's passion for the world of gaming.

When Owen stepped inside, he found Rosy and Julian already waiting on the bed. Rosy, in a black rock band t-shirt and ripped jeans, was leaning back against her (fake) boyfriend comfortably, while Julian was scrolling through something on his phone with a smile.

"Hey, Julian, Rosy. Ready to talk about our big project?" Owen greeted them both, pulling over Julian's gaming chair to sit down.

His words made both of them immediately shift their attention from what they were doing. "Of course!" Rosy replied, her eyes sparkling. "I'm so excited I can barely wait!"

Owen smiled at her positive energy. "Good news is, I met an amazing cosplay maker today. Her name is Finley, god-tier skills. And she's very excited about our project."

"Really! That's awesome!" Julian exclaimed, just as excited. "So we can start Rosy's debut soon!"

"That's right," Owen nodded. "But first… we need to send Finley the most basic information. Which is… our model's measurements." He said, taking a measuring tape he had prepared from his pocket and turning to Rosy with a friendly smile. "Time to get measured, Rosy."

Rosy grinned widely. She didn't seem shy at all. She stood up in the middle of the room enthusiastically. "Bring it on! I'm ready!"

The atmosphere in the room was filled with cooperation and fun. Owen walked over to Rosy with the measuring tape in hand. He acted as professionally as possible, carefully measuring each of her proportions according to the list Finley had sent.

"Okay… let's start with your bust measurement," Owen said flatly. He carefully placed the tape around her back and brought it to the front, trying his best not to touch her body unnecessarily, but the proximity was unavoidable. He could feel the heat from her skin and smell the faint scent of the rose perfume she wore.

While Owen and Rosy were focused on the measuring, Julian, who was watching from the bed, did not have the same innocent thoughts as the atmosphere suggested.

'Oh my god… I finally get to see this.' He screamed happily in his mind, his eyes fixated on their every move. 'Look… Owen's hand is so close to Rosy's chest! They're so close! Aahh~ Just thinking that they'll have to get even closer in the future in this room… my room… it's driving me crazy!'

His dark desire to see his own girlfriend be possessed by his stronger best friend was violently ignited. He raised his phone, pretending to play a game, but his fingers quickly opened the camera app. He zoomed in on Owen and Rosy standing close together, quietly saving this precious memory in his private collection.

"Next… your waist," Owen continued, moving the tape down to Rosy's slender waist. His professionalism made Rosy feel at ease and cooperative. She giggled when the tip of the tape tickled her waist.

"Hahaha, that tickles, Owen!"

"Hold still, or the measurements will be off," Owen gently chided. They both laughed together in a friendly manner.

That image of intimacy only fanned the flames in Julian's heart. He bit his lower lip hard to suppress a moan of satisfaction. He imagined a day when Owen wouldn't just be touching Rosy's body with his hands, but with his entire body… on his bed… with him watching closely.

The measuring continued until it was finished. Owen neatly jotted down all the numbers in a notebook. "Alright. I'll send all this information to Finley tonight. We should see a draft of the costume in about 2-3 days."

"Awesome!" Rosy said excitedly. "Thanks so much for handling everything, Owen."

"No problem. This is our project," Owen replied, before turning to Julian. "As for you… get this room ready. We'll be using it as our main studio."

"You got it, no problem!" Julian replied with an over-the-top enthusiasm. "My room is always ready for you guys… anytime." He emphasized the last word with a smile whose true meaning no one understood.

Owen and Rosy left the room, leaving Julian alone with his thoughts. He collapsed onto the bed, spread-eagled, and raised his phone to look at the picture he had secretly taken again… the picture of Owen and Rosy standing close together. It was an image that sparked his fiery imagination… It seemed he would have to buy a few cameras to secretly install in his room.

…..

Midnight… It was the time when the outside world slept, but for Owen and Clara, it was time for their OnlyStar shoot.

Clara's small walk-in closet was once again transformed into a temporary photo studio. The soft light from a ring light shone down, chasing away the shadows and revealing Clara's beautiful figure as she sat waiting on a soft, padded stool in the center of the room. The scent of expensive perfume from the clothes hanging around them mixed with the quiet, private atmosphere.

Today, she was in an extremely revealing white crochet bikini, showing off her smooth, fair skin and her perfectly full proportions. Especially her two massive breasts, which were spilling out of the small bra top precariously.

Owen was busy adjusting the new camera. He checked the angle and lighting one last time. "Okay, Clara. Everything's ready. We'll start with the still photos first, like usual."

But when he turned back, he saw that Clara wasn't looking at the camera. She was looking at him with a strange expression… It was a look that mixed deep embarrassment, hesitation, and a spark of intense, hidden desire. She was lightly biting her lower lip, as if gathering her courage.

"Um… Owen," she said softly. "Today… I… I have a new idea for our content."

Owen raised an eyebrow slightly. "A new idea? Great. Let's hear it."

She took a deep breath before saying the sentence that made Owen's world stop for a moment. "I… I want to try making… a short video clip." She paused, her beautiful face quickly flushing. "…A clip where… I'll use… my breasts and my mouth… to make you finish."

Silence fell for a moment. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

Owen's eyes widened in genuine shock. He never expected to hear those words come out of her mouth. "Clara… you… are you serious?"

He slowly walked towards her, kneeling down in front of her to be at eye level. His playful look was completely gone, replaced by the utmost seriousness. "Clara, do you understand what you just said? This isn't just taking some revealing pictures anymore. This is making a real porn video."

He stared deep into her trembling eyes. "If this clip gets posted… it'll be on the internet forever. It will change your life. You can't go back… Are you sure you're ready for this?"

His concerned warning made Clara hesitate for a moment. But then she took a deep breath. The hesitation in her eyes vanished, replaced by an astonishing determination.

"I'm sure, Owen…" she said in a firm voice. "I've been thinking about this for days… We still have a lot of debt left. If we make stronger content, we'll make more money, and the debt will be paid off faster… I don't want to see Damian go back to how he was before."

She used the debt and her husband's future as her reason… but it was just a pretty excuse. The deepest truth hidden in her heart… was the incredible taste that still lingered on the tip of her tongue… The sweet taste of wild honey she had experienced in the bathroom that day. It haunted her every night, awakening a desire she never knew she had, and this was the only way she could "taste it" again with a valid reason.

When Owen saw the clear determination in her eyes, he could only sigh in defeat. He knew he couldn't change her mind anymore.

"Okay… if you've decided," he said flatly. "Then I'll do it… But I have a condition."

He reached out and held her cold hand tightly. "If anyone tries to threaten or blackmail you over this, you have to tell me immediately… I promise… I will protect you! In every possible way!"

He paused for a moment before dropping a bombshell on Clara. "…Because I'm not just an ordinary streamer anymore… I've become an 'Awakened,' Clara."

Those words made Clara stop breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened to their absolute limit. She raised a hand to cover her mouth in disbelief, the shock written all over her face.

"A-an Awakened!?" she managed to say, her voice trembling through her fingers. "You… are you serious, Owen!?"

Owen nodded slowly with a faint smile. "I was planning to surprise everyone on the camping trip to Blackwood next week… Please keep this a secret from Damian and Julian for now."

A second later, the shock on Clara's face transformed into an uncontrollable excitement. She took her hand away from her mouth, revealing the widest smile Owen had ever seen. Her eyes sparkled like a child who had just received the biggest Christmas present in the world.

"Oh my god! Owen! Really!? Is this real!?" she asked repeatedly, her voice rising with unconcealed excitement. "Awesome! That's awesome! What's your power? How strong is it? What can you do!?"

Before Owen could answer, she threw herself into his arms, hugging him so hard with joy that he lifted off the ground. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her legs instinctively hooking around his waist.

Owen, who had almost lost his balance, could only laugh softly as he hugged her back gently. He was amazed by her energetic reaction. It was so different from the warm and gentle woman he had known.

'Maybe…' he thought as he gently stroked her smooth back. '…it's because of the 'Demon Path' I've been walking with her for the past few months that has unleashed this side of her?' And he had to admit… he liked this version of Clara quite a bit.

This hug was filled with a pure, happy energy. Both the relief that the man she had feelings for now had the power to protect himself, and the excitement that he had become her strong protector.

Amidst the lights of the temporary studio and the still-waiting camera, the two of them held each other, letting the feeling of excitement connect them… Tonight, they had crossed a line from which there was no return. Not just as OnlyStar content creators, but as the keepers of each other's greatest secrets…

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