The young lady was fuming as she stalked up to her nice hotel room. While she was cute, she wore heavy, baggy clothes, as if to disguise that. As she came up to the room and closed the door behind her, she quickly discarded the outer layers and sighed in relief. Riri Moto was used to light, frilly affairs, which was why the baggy clothes had worked as a disguise while she visited the Idol Lovers Convention. If she hadn’t, fans of ‘Sparkling Riri-chan!!!’ would have swarmed the cute and petite idol who did her best.

    She tossed her bag on the bed and collapsed after it. That had been overwhelming to say the least. Her managers hadn’t known she was going there… and in fact had told her not to… but well, she had to know what they thought of her! She was an idol, so she obviously was represented, yeah? The up-and-comers who tried their best were always popular. And she had been, quite extensively. Too extensively. Beyond the normal merch, there was… things. There were the figures with some slightly suspect lines. There were the body pillows (those had been sold out). There were the pictures with a bit too much detail in the wrong places. And then there had been the doujins. A few were just cute, like the crossovers with other solo idols which she wouldn’t mind happening in real life. And some… she fished a few choice examples out of her bag. 

    It was morbid curiosity more than anything. There were a few girls-love comics, which didn’t seem that bad. But most of them were hentai! So much hentai! Riri fished one out - ‘An Erotic Possibility’, claiming to be a ‘what if fic’, but seeing the picture of herself on the cover and the 18+ disclaimer, was clearly hentai! That was sexual harassment right? Or something like it. She’d bought it as evidence, from the shady dude who had obviously known that his work was filth because he’d had a dark booth and wore concealing robes. 

    She called up her manager and asked him to come over so they could talk about it. He’d know what to do. Then she went to take a shower while she waited, pausing in front of the mirror after to make sure she looked her best - manager was insistent about that. Her short black hair in a tight ponytail, smooth pale skin, petite figure… she grinned a little, knowing she looked quite nice as she dried off and put on some clothes. And waited. ...She found her gaze drift to the bag. The curiosity took her again; she had best know what exactly she was complaining about, right? Right.

    It was… well, she’d expected filthy, and that was what she’d got. It didn’t start so bad. According to the doujin fanfiction, all that had changed to this path was a different start. Riri didn’t win that contest for the idol promotion, but her performance got noticed by someone else. So she agreed to take some questionable jobs to build up her popularity. Nothing sexual, just a lot of suggestive. It worked with her nice figure and bust. For a moment something seemed wrong about that and she frowned, but as she shifted around she felt a comfortable, familiar weight on her chest. It was nothing, yeah. 

    As time wore on, the kinds of shoots and songs she was doing had an effect on the character that was supposed to be her. She had put on a sort of character that she was now known for, and had started to emulate it outside of the shoots. Her skin was tanned - at first it was a spray tan, but after a while it seemed to become natural as she spent more time in the sun to maintain it. It made her look exotic, which was a plus to her popularity. That reminded her, she should head to the beach sometime soon. 

    Eventually, she got called up by a low budget film producer. It wasn’t much, but it was some progress, for her to make an appearance there. So they wanted her to use her exotic look to play a foreigner? Well, that meant she had to change her definitely Japanese hair. In the months leading up to the start of shooting she let her hair grow out, and dyed it professionally blonde. With some work, she’d look like the half-japanese foreigner that she was playing. Most doujins didn’t take this much buildup, Riri thought as she twirled some hair in her fingers. 

    Just a chapter later, though, it seemed to be reaching what she’d expected. The film was… well, it had a sex scene. Apparently in this version of events, Riri had learned some of what to go for in her more raunchy scenes. And when they acted out the sex scene, she didn’t think to wait for them to cut for the stunt doubles. She lost her virginity right there on the set, and the cameras kept rolling. She found a hand reaching down below. It was filthy… but it was kinda hot. 

    After that she hadn’t been able to be a real idol - because she wasn’t pure anymore. But Riri Moto had made a name for herself with the film, and could get all sorts of other jobs. Her sense of fashion, her sense of sexuality, had made her a real hit underground. She was a bit of a ditz, but a pleasure to work with in more ways than one. She felt like she should be offended, but quickly forgot why. 

    As she was getting to a particularly raunchy scene, she got a text that the manager was coming. Oh, she had to make herself presentable! She took her hand out of her panties and skipped over to the mirror to make sure she looked right. She stopped at the mirror, shocked by her appearance - tanned skin, bleached blonde hair left to grow wild, a busty and full figure, and a little bit of a drip down below, and all her assets and bits barely held in by her clothes. She blinked again. She looked hot. Really hot. She grinned. Just right. 

    The doorbell rung and Riri licked her lipstick-clad lips. She sauntered her way to the door and opened it. The manager was looking a bit awkward as she dragged him inside, but she felt from a certain something in his crotch that he knew what he was here for and liked what he saw. “I… hello, Riri… nice to see you again…” 

    “And you too manager-samaaaa~” she trilled.

    “Now, I don’t have money on me, but-”

    Riri grinned. “Who said anything about money?” A hand hooked around his belt and none too gently took it off, as she guided him to the bed. They fell together, making out hungrily, bouncing a manga off the bed. It fell open on a page showing a cute, up and coming, trying-her-best idol at her first concert. Riri loved those kinds of stories - she’d never change how she turned out, but it was so cute seeing stories about what could have happened if she’d won that little contest~