Owen quickly set up Clara's OnlyStar account. With his online expertise honed from years of streaming, he filled out her profile with just the right amount of seductive flair—height, waist size, bust measurements, and a few teasingly cute facts that could draw in curious followers. He uploaded a few attractive photos of Clara she had prepared, completing the page with finesse.
Watching her profile come together so smoothly, Clara couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. She let out a relieved smile.
"Thank you so much, Owen. You really are the best friend I could ask for!"
"It's about time we both got some sleep. Goodnight, Owen~"
With that, she turned and left his room, leaving Owen to lie back on his bed, mulling over what just happened.
The whole OnlyStar thing… It had to be kept secret. There was no way he could let Damien find out. His friend was way too old-school, and he'd never approve of Clara doing something like this—even if it was just a few sexy pictures.
Owen let out a long sigh. Just one more secret to carry in this already complicated world.
The next morning, Owen resumed his usual routine. He headed off to his café job with Jessica. The moment he walked through the door, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit his nose, accompanied by the soft ring of the bell above the entrance.
"Morning, Jessica," Owen greeted plainly.
Jessica, who was already busy behind the counter, looked up and nodded back. After working together for over a month, they'd gotten used to each other's habits. So it didn't take long before she handed him a task.
"There's stock that needs to be moved into the back. Mind handling that, Owen?"
"Sure thing, boss~" he replied with a faint smile and headed to the storage room. Heavy lifting quickly brought sweat to his back as he hauled supplies.
Time passed like flowing water. Just as Owen was wiping the sweat from his brow, getting ready to clock out, he happened to glance over—and froze.
Jessica had taken off her outer shirt.
Her white tank top clung to her sweaty body, almost see-through, clearly outlining her figure beneath. Her soft skin peeked through the damp fabric, and he could unmistakably make out the shape of her hardened nipples through the thin top.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
Owen stared in stunned disbelief. She didn't seem to care that he could see her like this. Was this... normal? Do women usually act like this around coworkers? His mind spiraled with confusion.
Unbeknownst to him, Jessica caught his reaction and smiled slightly to herself. She was satisfied. That look in his eyes? Yep—definitely a virgin.
"Oh? Heading home already, Owen? Thanks for today~ If you weren't here, this big sister would've worked herself to death. Be safe, alright~"
She shot him a mischievous smirk.
Snapping out of it, Owen quickly turned away, cheeks burning. He nodded silently and practically bolted out of the café, terrified she might realize just how long he'd been staring at her chest.
When Owen got home, his body begged for rest. First priority? A shower. He trudged downstairs to the shared bathroom, reached for the doorknob, and pushed the door open without thinking.
And then—
His brain short-circuited for the second time that day.
Standing under the shower was Clara, completely naked. Steam rose around her as warm water cascaded down her voluptuous body. White suds clung to her skin like clouds draped across her curves. Her large, milky breasts were nothing short of monumental—Mt. Fuji would be envious. The dim bathroom lighting made her pale skin glow beneath the droplets.
Thank god he didn't scream.
She'd forgotten to lock the door. And now, Owen stood frozen, unable to move.
Two choices flashed through his mind:
[1. Quietly leave the room.]
[2. Stay and admire the view.]
As a friend, he felt immensely guilty. But as a healthy young man... the temptation gnawed at him.
His inner angel and devil fought in a brutal mental war. But eventually, reason won out. If Clara found out, the trust she had in him would be destroyed. It wasn't worth jeopardizing that bond—not with her, and not with Damien.
This eye-candy buffet would have to end.
He chose option one.
Owen gently closed the door, careful not to make a sound. Once outside, he exhaled a long breath and returned to his room, deciding to wait for Clara to finish before taking his shower.
An hour later, now clean and refreshed, Owen was ready to fulfill his duties: updating Clara's OnlyStar content.
He left his room and found her lounging in the living room, watching TV.
"Hey, Clara. Time for your daily story post. What do you want to upload today?"
Clara looked a little uncertain.
"Uhh… You know I'm not good at this stuff. Can't I just say something simple? Like 'Hi'? That should be enough, right?"
Owen facepalmed.
"No way, Clara. People don't pay to see 'Hi.' You need to post a sexy pic on the couch with something like, 'Ahh~ Why does my back ache so much today?' Then, lean your chest toward the camera like this."
He pulled out his professional camera.
Clara blushed, immediately understanding the implication. Still, she obeyed. Adjusting her outfit, she sat on the couch and struck a few poses for the shoot.
"I hope this works, Owen… I can't believe a woman my age is doing this. It's so embarrassing~"
Owen chuckled softly, setting the camera down for a moment.
"Believe in yourself, Clara. You're a beautiful woman. No one can resist your... weapons of mass destruction."
His eyes flicked toward her chest again without meaning to—and she caught it.
Her face turned bright red.
Before anything else could be said, the cozy mood was shattered.
The door to the living room swung open. Damien entered, looking like a shell of a man—eyes vacant, shoulders slumped. Seeing him, Owen quickly hid the camera, and Clara stiffened in panic.
But Damien didn't notice a thing.
He looked like a zombie. Completely checked out. Without saying a word, he opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and slumped onto the couch beside Clara. He drank like a soulless husk.
Clara, clearly concerned, gently spoke up.
"You okay, honey? Don't stress too much about finding work. We understand…"
Damien just nodded without replying. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
Owen and Clara exchanged glances. It was obvious: Damien needed space. Quietly, they slipped out of the room, giving him time to recover in peace.
The next morning, Owen woke up and checked Clara's OnlyStar account—and his eyes widened.
Her follower count had jumped from double digits to over a hundred overnight.
He grinned.
They were definitely on the right track.
Today, he decided, would be dedicated to creating new content. He took the day off from the café—no better time to strike than while the iron was hot.
Early that morning, Owen headed to the kitchen to talk to Clara. Thankfully, the rest of the house was still asleep. Damien was still recovering from yesterday's soul-crushing job search, and Julian was, as usual, sleeping in thanks to his nocturnal habits. Owen had a rare window of privacy to discuss things with Clara without fear of being overheard.
"Hmm~ You really took the day off just to help me make content?" Clara raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his dedication. She didn't quite understand why he was going to such lengths for a few pictures.
But after Owen explained the basics of online marketing and fanbase development, Clara started to get the idea—though not completely. Still, she trusted Owen enough to follow his advice without question.
After prepping breakfast for everyone, the two of them headed out to the local park to begin their content mission. Clara wore a sporty outfit that, while functional, highlighted her curves in all the right ways.
She wore a tight white sports bra that hugged her ample breasts, contrasting beautifully with her fair skin. On the bottom, she had on form-fitting black exercise leggings that clung to her hips and thighs, accentuating every curve and giving a perfect view of her toned legs and calves.
Despite the simple outfit, Clara radiated mature sensuality. Every step she took was full of confidence and effortless charm.
As they walked through the park, Owen noticed that every man they passed couldn't help but glance—then stare. All eyes were on Clara, their gazes filled with admiration and desire.
Owen smirked to himself, proud of the "product" he was presenting.
"It might just be for content, but I really do enjoy walking in the park like this," Clara said, stretching her arms as she prepared to pose. Her expression was relaxed, her voice lighter than usual. "I haven't been here with Damien in forever… he's always too busy. Thanks, Owen~"
"Anytime, Clara. I'm just glad to see you happy and relaxed," Owen replied while carefully adjusting his camera angles. "If the shots come out too stiff, it won't sell well. After the photos, we'll also need a short video of you doing some light jogging."
Time flew by.
They snapped over a dozen photos in various poses. Then Owen switched to his video camera and recorded Clara jogging slowly through the park.
And the result?
It exceeded expectations.
Her face glowed with warmth and confidence, beads of sweat trickling down her neck and settling between her breasts. Her chest bounced naturally with every step, in perfect rhythm with gravity. The whole scene was hypnotic—sensual, but not over-the-top. Just enough to leave viewers breathless.
When Clara reviewed the footage, her face turned red again.
Owen had definitely angled the camera to highlight certain things. She didn't say a word—just nodded, as if to say, "I get it."
Back at home, Owen wasted no time. He uploaded the photos and video to Clara's OnlyStar profile.
Just as expected, the post exploded.
Likes and comments poured in like a raging waterfall. Fans couldn't get enough of Clara's beauty. Praise after praise filled the feed.
Of course, a few comments were crude—some even downright lewd—but Owen shrugged them off. This was OnlyStar, after all. If people were paying to see the content, they had the right to talk however they wanted.
Meanwhile, he and Clara could sit back… and count the cash.
Another successful day.
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