/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Become the schizo.
Present the meds.

>>3439718
Suisei and Kanata hate each other.

>>3439790
>check twitter
>it's real

>>3439718
No one else fits the bill quite like her, though.

>>3439718
But I love Hoshemati Suzy!
t. deadbeat

>>3439790
Someone send this to her, I'm sure she will love the laugh.

>>3439718
You mean the pissposting?

>>3439718
never have and never will for we share the same oshi

i just like posting this image

>>3439718
let's be honest here: suisei has an ass made for pissing in.

Suisei is a schizo shitposter

>>3445564
>Close box
>Set it on fire
>Be happy

>>3445589
>implying you would rather not destroy her skinny ass so that she can't walk anymore

>>3439752
Become the rrat.
Present the schizo.
Spam the meds.

>>3439718
Where is this 3d model from?

>Become the rrat.
>Present the schizo.
>Spam the meds.

Although she had enjoyed her sister's favours for her entire life, Suisei still loved her. True they had had to separate during the winter. For lack of better options Anemachi had had to go to take care of their grandmother. Suisei had spent the winter at their apartment, doing her job as a streamer and an idol. But since the spring, kindly to new beginnings, had come, Anemachi was returning to their accomodations.

What annoyed Suisei was that her sister always kept her waiting. Though it was a vice they shared, she was a restless sort and took poorly to being subjected to her own treatment. Suisei was awaiting Anemachi on the balcony, where she could observe oncoming traffic. She was gaily clad in a suit of pyjamas to match the night sky, and smoking Russian cigarettes. At first she dreamt of receiving her with long kisses, with hitherto unknown caresses. A quarter of an hour having passed, she meditated serious and affectionate reproaches, then after an hour of disappointed waiting she vowed she would meet her with cold disdain.

At length Anemachi appeared, fresh and fragrant. Never, she told her sister, had she had such trouble to get away. She was full of excuses, which Suisei obstinately rejected. But no sooner had Anemachi the good sense to hold her tongue than she ceased her reproaches, and then nothing detracted from the longing with which she inspired her. In her present mood, had the sky fallen it would not have troubled her. But in one bound Anemachi escaped from her. Crouching down, her eyes filled with terror, she was pointing with her finger at a figure which appeared at the door, entering with her own spare key.

Suisei at length turned her head, saw the figure, and perceiving that it moved, was also frightened. Meanwhile, Anemachi was regaining her senses.

"A woman... a naked woman too! I leave for a month and you bring into our apartment your women, and when I arrive they have not had time to dress. And you reproach me with arriving late! Your impudence is beyond belief! Come, send the creature packing. If you wanted us both here together, you might at least have asked me whether it suited me...."

Suisei, wide-eyed and groping for an axe that had never been there, whispered in her ear:

"Be quiet... it is no woman. One can scarcely see, but it is more like a demon."

"Have no fear, Madame," said a very sweet voice.

Slightly reassured, Suisei found strength to ask:

"Who are you?"

"I am an angel," replied the voice.

"What did you say?"

"I am an angel. I am Suisei's guardian angel."

"Say it again. I am going mad. I do not understand...."

Anemachi, seemingly understanding the issue, was indignant. Shee sprang forward and showed herself; with her right hand armed with a slipper, she made a threatening gesture, and said in a rough voice:

"You are a low harlot; oblige me by going the way you came."

"Hosimati Suisei," continued the sweet voice, "He whom your mother adores as the Creator of all has stationed by the side of each of the faithful a good angel, whose mission it is to counsel and protect them; it is the invariable opinion of the Fathers, it is founded on many passages in the Bible, the Church admits it unanimously, without, however, pronouncing anathema upon those who hold a contrary opinion. You see before you one of these angels, yours, Suisei. I was commanded to watch over your innocence and to guard your chastity."

"That may be, said Suisei; "but you are certainly no gentlewoman. A gentlewoman would not permit herself to enter a room in such a getup. To be plain, what the deuce are you doing here?"

"I have assumed this appearance, Suisei, because, having henceforth to move among mankind, I have to make myself like them. The celestial spirits possess the power of assuming a form which renders them apparent to the eye and to the touch. This shape is real, because it is apparent, and all the realities in the world are but appearances."

The Angel pursued:

"The celestial spirits adopt, according to their fancy, one sex or the other, or both at once. But they cannot disguise themselves at any moment, according to their caprice or fantasy. Their metamorphoses are subject to constant laws, which you would not understand. Thus I have neither desire nor power to transform myself under your eyes, for your amusement or my own, into a lion, a tiger, a fly, or into a sycamore-shaving like the young Egyptian whose story was found in a tomb. I cannot change myself into an ass as did Lucius with the pomade of the youthful Photis. For in my wisdom I had fixed beforehand the hour of my apparition to mankind, nothing could hasten or delay it."

Impatient for enlightement, Suisei asked for the second time:

"Still, what are you up to here?"

”I have come bearing medicine,” the Angel replied brandishing a cardboard packet.

”Do not jest,” said Anemachi, temper clearly flaring.

But the Angel answered reproachfully: "What makes you think, Anemachi, that I am frivolous and given to vain words?"

"Come, come," said Anemachi, shrugging her shoulders. "I have already taken care of all this — your presence is not needed."

But the Angel, ignoring her, spoke to Suisei:

"Do you not know me?"

Upon a second look, it did indeed appear to Suisei that she was familiar with the Spirit. The name eluded her, her thoughts fumbling as if through a mist. Eventually, through effort, something reached out to her as if the mist had momentarily lifted its veil and revealed a far-off light.

"Ka-Kanata?"

"Suisei!" yelped Anemachi, "You said you were taking your medicine! You promised you were taking your medicine!"

Suisei opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by a sudden recollection. She had decided to go out to the balcony for a smoke before taking her medications; she had remained there waiting for her sister.

"Indeed, I find it curious that she should see you," Kanata said to Anemachi, "I believe she hid the previous packet I brought between her futon."

Anemachi whirled around, her entire being pure fury and bluster:

"Vile cretin, what have you done with my sister?"

"Nothing you have not," replied the Angel, "be it of desire to guard her health, mental or physical."

Anemachi launched into a tirade of expletives and insinuations that shook the walls themselves and laid her hands upon the Spirit come Flesh. Cardboard crumpled; cheeks reddened; the floor came undusted as they fell in their struggle; blood, indeed, was spilling from corners of mouths when they separated.

"One guardian you are," yelled Anemachi.

"It was bound to be so," answered the Spirit. "All the other angels would have done as I did with Suisei. 'Women,' saith the Apostle, 'should pray with their heads covered, because of the angels,' and the Apostle speaks thus because he knows that the angels are disturbed when they look upon them and see that they are beautiful. No sooner do they touch the earth than they desire to embrace mortal women and fulfil their desire. Their clasp is full of strength and sweetness, they hold the secret of those ineffable caresses which plunge the daughters of men into unfathomable depths of delight. Laying upon the lips of their happy victims a honey that burns like fire, making their veins flow with torrents of refreshing flames, they leave them raptured and undone."

"Stop your clatter, you unclean beast," cried the elder sister.

"One word more!" said the angel; "just one other word, my dear Anemachi, to bear out what I say, and I will let you rest quietly. There's nothing like having sound references. In order to assure yourself that I am not deceiving you, Anemachi, on this subject of the amorous embraces of angels and women, look up Justin, Apologies, I and II; Flavius Josephus, Jewish Antiquities, Book I, Chapter III; Athenagoras, Concerning the Resurrection; Lactantius, Book II, Chapter XV; Tertullian, On the Veil of the Virgins; Marcus of Ephesus in Psellus; Eusebius, Præparatio Evangelica, Book V, Chapter IV; Saint Ambrose, in his book on Noah and the Ark, Chapter V; Saint Augustine, in his City of God, Book XV, Chapter XXIII; Father Meldonat, the Jesuit, Treatise on Demons, page 248; Pierre Lebyer the King's Counsellor——"

"Kanata, please, for pity's sake, be quiet; do, please do, and do send yourself away," cried Anemachi, whose face was burning, and whose eyes were starting from her head; for even in her fury she noticed her sister had gone missing. The Angel caught her eyes wandering and looked around thoughtfully whilst she wiped the dust of what had once been medicine off her lips; Suisei was nowhere to be seen.

"Where could she have gone?" Anemachi asked. There was a piece of medicine in her mouth where Kanata had inserted her fingers during their struggle, trying to twist her jaw off. "She was here just now."

>>3445756
Why not both? First ravage her ass with a marathon sex session, then piss in it after you're done. Her ass will be spread out so badly that the piss will overflow and leak all over her.