In the sleazy, cum-stained underbelly of 2010 New York—Liberty City's rotten core, where pop queens like Beyoncé and Cardi B are exploding onto the scene like jizz from a money-shot—Leon Smith, our chain-smoking, reborn asshole protagonist, wakes up bewildered as fuck, puffing on a cig while plotting his ascent to scumbag supremacy.

"What could be more liberating than being a total prick in this capitalist shitshow?" he muses. "Becoming a filthy rich, fame-whoring prick, that's what!" Armed with a twisted system that refreshes monthly "shameless entries" like "liar" to unlock his inner douchebag powers, Leon dives balls-deep into the music biz cesspool: dropping ghostwritten albums that slap harder than a pimp's backhand, seducing starlet cunts for clout and contracts, manipulating capital like a Wall Street wanker jerking off to insider trades, and thieving ideas from every talentless hack in sight.

Betrayal's his foreplay, lies his lube, hypocrisy his happy ending—and in this greed-fueled orgy of American excess, those sins are goddamn virtues. He'll backstab producers at MTV Awards, forge gangster beats in smoke-filled studios, and worship money like it's the holy grail of golden showers. But with rivals sniffing his trail and the system's devilish blessings egging him on, will Leon climb to the top as the ultimate entertainment emperor, banging pop divas and bathing in blood money? Or will his scumbaggery backfire in a spectacular clusterfuck of lawsuits and beatdowns?

Strap on, you degenerate fucks—this rebirth rampage is a vulgar vortex of hip-hop hustles, celebrity cock-teasing, and unapologetic assholery that'll leave you rooting for the villain while questioning your own moral butthole.

Many readers want this story to be rewritten with adult and 'lemon' scenes. Should I make it?


Chapter 98 - Many readers want this story to be rewritten with adult and ‘lemon’ scenes. Should I make it?