/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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Fubuki turned her back towards you, picked up a pair of pliers from an assortment of torture devices, and crouched in front of you. Her other hand held yours in place while you made unintelligible noises. You couldn’t even scream for your life anymore. She was about to pull your nails out when a calm voice of a catgirl interjected from the back.

“Fubuchaaan, if you pulled his nails out, he wouldn’t make it to the trip, you know.”

Fubuki turned towards Okayu, and to your nails, back and forth as if deciding if it was worth for her to continue pulling her nails out, but ultimately decided against it. She let out the biggest sigh of the day, walked away from you, and tapped Okayu on the shoulder.

“I’m leaving the rest to you, Okayu.”

“Okaaaaaay.”

The catgirl jumped from the pile of cement sacks she used as a makeshift chair. She closed in to you, perfectly unthreatening, yet you were terrified nonetheless. She wrapped her hands around your face. Crap, crap, crap. Now what? She’s going to break my neck?

“Stay still, okay? I don’t mind you spitting blood on my clothes, though.”

Okayu gently put her hands around your jaw and popped it back in with one swift motion. You tried moving it and couldn’t believe what just happened. You muttered a thank you as Okayu took a piece of coin tied to a cord from her back pocket. You didn’t really understand why but you’re more scared now than when Fubuki stabbed your arm.

“Don’t mind it, don’t mind it. Now look at the coin, okay.”

She swayed the coin side to side and muttered something you couldn’t understand. Not because her voice was too small, it just seemed like she wasn’t speaking any language you’ve heard before. That continued for a while and you felt somewhat dizzy, a little less energetic, and you saw your bangs fell in front of your eyes. Weird, didn’t you just get a haircut yesterday?

Okayu flashed a satisfied smile and put the coin back to her pocket. She stared right through your eyes and said.

“Mogu moguu~”

“Okayuu~” You reflexively answered. Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that your voice just now? It was not the voice of a tired salaryman in his 30s. It was… Okayu’s? But you were sure it came out from your mouth? Okayu looked a little bit bigger too, and Fubuki, and Korone. It almost like you got smaller. Also, you can feel the front side of your suit getting tighter and your underpants having more room than usual. What the hell is going on?

Okayu walked away and gave a thumbs up to Fubuki after pulling the ice picks out from your hands. Fubuki turned her sight towards the dog girl that walked towards you without instruction. Korone started walking around you, eyeing you up and down and sniffed you several times.

“Korosan, how is it?” Fubuki, sitting cross legged on the sacks of cement, asked.

“Hmmmmmmmmmm.” Korone put a finger on her lip, she thought long and hard, then took a final sniff to make sure. “The smell is a little bit off, to be honest. But he’ll blend in just fine.”

“Very well. Knock him out then.”

“Can’t I take his fingers?”

“Not this one, okay? This is the last one of the batches. You could take the next one’s all you want, I promise.”

“Fiine.”

Korone stopped just beside you. Her body tilted sideways to get a closer look at your face. You felt your heart started racing a bit faster.

“You really looked like Okayu, though. I’d feel bad hitting your face, but here goes. ORA!”

A swift punch on your jaw knocked you out once again, though you could still feel and hear things for a moment afterwards. You remembered Okayu’s hands patting your face to check if nothing’s broken and Fubuki’s words, the last thing you heard before going to the voyage.

“Careful there, the yacht guy paid us a ton of cash for this.”

As usual, feel free to point out odd sentences, grammatical mistakes, and the likes. Also the ms. word grammar check was really handy, i wonder how did i go so long without noticing it