Charles Dickens was a forgettable face in the crowd. A broke college dropout and an orphan with a name that got him bullied more than anything he ever did.
"Dickens? More like Dickless," they'd laugh.
Even teachers couldn't keep a straight face during roll call. The name followed him like a curse — one that turned every introduction into a punchline.
Girls didn't look at him. Guys didn't respect him.
And life? It just kind of moved on without him.
At some point — he wasn't sure when — his mind started to drift. Toward sex. Toward pleasure.
Not in the crude, teenage way… but in a way that gnawed at his soul.
Being desired, wanted — needed. It became his escape from a life defined by being ignored.
By the age of 21, Charles was sleeping on a friend's couch, rent overdue, future unclear.
Then, one night, he saw it:
[No Experience Needed. Just Confidence, Stamina, and a Passion for Pleasure.]
He almost laughed. It sounded like a scam.
But when you're desperate, you don't ask questions — you click.
One week later, in a dimly-lit studio surrounded by strangers with cameras, Charles stepped into a role that would change his life.
He didn't come in loud.
He didn't look like a model.
But once the camera rolled — something clicked.
The directors were stunned. The women with him? Breathless. Behind his quiet face and average looks was a rare, natural presence.
Charles Dickens died that day. And Xavier Dame was born. He changed name, now Xavier dame, his dream name and standing in a reasonable position compared to before
With a little muscle, a lot of confidence, and a gaze that felt like foreplay — he quickly carved a space for himself. He wasn't crude. He wasn't aggressive. He was refined — the kind of man who whispered your name and made it feel like a prayer.
Years of isolation had sharpened his intuition.
He understood the difference between lust and longing.
His breakout series, Whispers in Silk, reached 10 million views in seven days. He started wearing suits. Quoting poetry. His scenes weren't just erotic — they were art.
Women begged to shoot with him. Fans obsessed over the way he touched, looked, breathed.
Reddit called him "The Velvet Phantom." Studios called him "a goldmine." To the world, Xavier Dame was the man every woman wanted and every man secretly envied. He became the Johnny Sins of this Earth
He wrote books. Held seminars. Taught classes on "The Emotional Pulse of Pleasure."
Voted #1 Most Desired Male Star three years in a row. But behind the fame, behind the moans and lights and fanfare…
Xavier was alone.
No real connections. No genuine intimacy. Just motion. Performance. Illusions. And he knew that.
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His last night alive felt like any other. He had just finished shooting his 100th anniversary special — five actresses, rotating bed, 14 costume changes.
The kind of shoot people would talk about for years.
He walked out of the studio at 2:37 AM. Hoodie up. Earbuds in. Careless Whisper playing softly as he wandered through the city. For once, he wasn't thinking about sex or fame.
He was thinking about love. About peace.
About maybe, finally, retiring.
That's when it happened.
A white truck. The logo, bold and unapologetic:
[KUM & GO: Express Delivery, No Brakes.]
The driver was not only drunk but reportedly watching one of Xavier's own clips. Phone in one hand. Gas station sushi in the other.
He didn't see the man in the hoodie. Didn't hit the brakes. Didn't even look up.
The impact was instant. Brutal
As the world faded, Xavier blinked at the sky — that same tired, empty feeling crawling back in. His life flashed before his eyes at that moment of Death.
'Didn't see that. I guess I really was exhausted. Who says fucking five women at once is easy? I hope next time… i hope in my next life, fucking won't be a job but something I crave for fun.'
'I hope I get MILFs who aren't whores.'
He died quietly. No screaming. Just one final exhale.
Not with regrets… but with a wish. A wish for something deeper than fantasy, something he felt really weird wishing for at that moment.
[Soul Rebooting… Pleasure Index: MAXED]
[Welcome, Xavier Dame — initializing the Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts.]
[Would you like to begin your journey as the Supreme Harem Master?]
Xavier blinked. He didn't know how, his body was decimated, but he could blink, even after a head on crash from the truck.
Floating.
Weightless.
"Ain't I supposed to be dead? Why am I seeing this?"