/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>60087584
>He can't fap to Iroihs
Point and laugh.

>>59526694
Where the nipplefuckers ITT?

>>58934017
>*holds your hand*
IT'S OVER FOR YOU! YOUR PURITY IS SEVERED!

>>58705334
Taking some inspiration from LoZ:ToK
>Inkwell castle was built ontop of a burial site
>There's only one grave in the burial site
>The tombstone reads "Iroihs"
>At the same time, a horn lays there
>The horn seems to have been broken off from someone (implies Nerissa's)
>Several passages, filled with different seals line the corridors that lead to this cursed burial site
>Every once in a while, a few knights are assigned to protect these corridors, these knights are rotated every now and then.
>One day, a small crack forms on the tombstone
>That is only the beginning.

>>58601118
Sorry Yorick.
Rori is just too charismatic and extroverted. Iroihs' villainess-like heart couldn't handle it.

>>58589890
Yeah, just say that it's so you and her can practice what it's like and be ready for when the two of you have real partners and are married.
Hell, you can even ask her to platonically give birth to your child, just say it's practice so she can be ready for when her real partner impregnates her.

>>58531427
I like it when she's making friends and having fun.
My little sister deserves it.
I also like the solo attention afterwards.

>>57918809
Shoulda just fucked the mother too.

>>57823751
Do you also love Iroihs?

>>57781087
>>57781166
>You get a call from her
>"Anon, I'm feeling too sick to get out of bed, can you come over?"
>Without an ounce of hesitation, you get up and start preparing various things
>Soup ingredients, a towel, some extra clothes
>You head over to Shiori's house
>You msg her, letting her know that you're here
>"There's a spare key under the potted plant."
>You gently lift the potted plant up, retrieving the key and then entering her house
>You can hear the coughing upstairs
>You get to work in the kitchen
>You start preparing her favourite soup, adjusting the spice levels so that it's perfect for her while she's sick
>While the soup is left simmering, you go upstairs to her room
>She's laying there, her eyes closed, she looks frail. The sickness must be getting to her pretty badly.
>You go to her washroom, filling up a bucket with warm water and grabbing the towel you brought along
>Afterwards you return with the bucket and towel, wringing the towel of any excessive fluid and then, with a gentle whisper to her ear: "Excuse me.." you place the towel on her forehead
>She smiles a little while her eyes are closed, then she coughs a little, covering her mouth
>You feel pity for her in this state, wishing her a speedy recovery, thankfully she has you to help with that, right?
>You go back to the kitchen, the soup's ready, you ladle some into a bowl.
>Taking with you a cute spoon with a bear face on it, you bring it back to her room
>You place the bowl on the her bedside desk, then you get some extra pillows from her closet, gently fluffing them up.
>You whisper to her again. "Let me help you with this." then you gently lift her upper body, placing the pillows behind her so she can sit up comfortably
>She opens her eyes, they're weak, but she still puts on her best smile for you.
>You pull up a seat, sitting next to her, then you slowly begin to feed her the soup you've made for her.
>She enjoys the attention to detail in the amount of spice you've added
>"Thanks anon, I knew I could rely on you."
>Your cheeks feel a tinge of red, your heart feels a pang of happiness
>You continue to slowly feed her the soup, the colour of her skin is slowly getting better.
>After the soup's all done, you prepare medicine for her and some water
>She slowly takes it, struggling a little with her arms, you gently hold them steady, making sure she doesn't drop her medicine.
>There she gently slinks back into laying down, you take the pillows that she used to sit up with away, and then you re-adjust the towel over her forehead
>She smiles with her eyes closed. "Thanks anon.."
>You hope that she recovers soon.
Stop here if you only care about the Shiori segment. First time writing an Iroihs fic so I'm going to do stuff like extra ~'s in her speech pattern, as that's something Shiori has expressed she disliked.
>She then gently whispers "Hey~ come closer~."
>You do so, unsure of what to expect next
>She smiles at you, mischievously, then gently kisses your lips and whispers "Closer."
>You blush heavily, that was really unexpected, but you listen to her again
>There her smile turns from mischief to wickedness, and she coughs in your face directly
>"Huh? Shiori, what?!.."
>She starts giggling uncontrollably
>"Hehehe anon~, you're suuuch a needy dumbass!~"
>You look at her again, her hair has switched, her white hair that once was on her right side, is now on her left, and her black hair is on the right.
>However, what you failed to notice, was that it was always like this. Your instincts to be her caretaker took over your common sense.
>You instinctively know what this means
>It's not Shiori you were just taking care of right now, it's Iroihs.
>You look at her, shocked, unable to comprehend what's happening
>"Anon~ I am sick, yes, but Shiori isn't here right now. It's just me~"
>Shiori used to tell you of the voices she would hear in her head
>Occasionally, one would pop up and manifest itself
>The tell-tale sign? Her hair colour.
>You sigh at yourself, falling for such an obvious trick, and immediately a cough comes out.
>She laughs again
>"Hahaha~ Anon, you're so pathetic, coming to Widdle Shiowi's wescue like this.~ C'mon, she can manage herself without you. Loser.~"
>She's clearly mocking you now
>But as this is also a side of Shiori, you have no choice but to accept it, you swore you would accept every part of her, afterall.
>She then gets up, and pushes you down onto where she used to lay
>"Now that you're the sick boy, how should I take care of you?~"
>She brandishes her scissors, stabbing them next to you on purpose, clearly trying to elicit a fright out of you.
>You don't respond to her taunts though
>"Ehhh~ Boring!"