/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Shiorin has been streaming for over a decade. She has a discord for her closest fans and mods from her past life that she's still active in. You will never be anything special to her..she knows you're here for the holobuff. Seethe :)

>>5266856
Cat tats are a national treasure.

>>4951991
cat tats...

>>4512453
Nah.

last contribution, now you can post distorted pekos

>>2603762
Okayu has too many wives, now that Tsuma-chan is confirmed as somebody non-holo. She's the same one that said she didn't mind going out of her way to visit because Okayu's "her savior", after all. How does this charmer cat keep doing it?

>>1529929
I love it when it has that grain, even if it's artificial

>>1207306
It's still not something you're used to. Her gaze and her slight grin bores into you from the left, noting the look of mild revulsion and hesitation painted on your face.

Like clockwork, you find yourself once again in front of a box in the corner of Okayun's room. You were elated the first time she invited you over to her house; even still, your nights together of passion and ecstasy together are still etched into your mind, and the experiences are something you cling to for strength as you stare at the mess in front of you.

"It's not going to clean itself up, right? And you promised to help me clean up too?" she asks innocently while tipping her head slightly to the side. You grimace.

You still remember the first time she asked-- no, made you do it. You still remember asking incredulously what she wanted you to do. You *don't* remember how the sweet cat ultimately convinced you to take a heaping bite of her own shit and piss straight out of the chalky mixture of her litterbox. Oh, how you hated her that night. How much you wanted to call her crazy. Walk straight out and block her number. How you never wanted to even think of her again. A reasonable person would have been long gone by now. And yet...

You're on your knees now. She giggles at your trembling as you steel yourself for what you're about to do. Slowly, but surely, you take your hand and begin to immerse your hand within. You can almost pretend it's just beach sand before you make contact with the chunky solids within. It sends a shudder up your spine when you do; a combination of abhorrence and arousal at the thought of Okayu staring intently at you through the whole ordeal. You raise the mass up to your mouth, and languidly crunch into it. The grit and the alkali taste is almost too much for your body, but you steel through it, relishing the texture and consistency. You take a last, halting gulp and gasp for air; you weren't breathing for the whole endeavor.

You feel the pressure of her chest on your back and hands wrap around your waist. She coos into your ear and comforts you, praising you gently and saying what a good boy you were while patting your self. Just like that, all resentment and ill-will you might have harbored towards her instantly melt away. Tears can't help but flow from your eyes, a combination of jubilation and shame for ever doubting Okayu. It's fine, and it always will be. She's perfect for you and you are incredibly lucky to even be deemed worthy of her; you break out into sobs as Okayu continues to hush and comfort you. You are eternally grateful to her for allowing you to service her this way. This is the way. Okayu.