#cowedeacumootsu

[thelewdpokemanik]

tierlist... tierlist... how about : one about sloppy lovely ultra passionate hands free orgasm smooches~? who gives the best~!

I already did a kissing Tier list, but actually, I'm gonna do a second one :P

Notes:

Obviously using Cowede here~

Celestia makes it a point of pride to being able to bet one of her kisses against exorbitant amounts of money and it still being considered equivalent.

Mukuro actually varies a lot, because she could easily join Jill and Cowede when she's kissing Makoto or Junko, or drop all the way down to bottom tier when kissing some random. That's because most of her appeal is how goddamn hungrily she can kiss~

Kyoko is actually a monstrous kisser. She'll grab hold of her partner's head and pin them in place while she devours their faces until they cum, sometimes several times back to back before she's satisfied. If she wasn't so selective with who she kisses, she would join Cowede and Jill <3

[pen-pow-por]

Kaede loooooooveees to try new clothes... even if those doesn't fit~

I feel @cowedeacumootsu will like this

By: kainkout

[plaindangan]

Junko, how about you show mukuro how sexy a soldier can be~? (I’ll provide the pic~)

(A late story to go alongside this amazing work from @cowedeacumootsu)

"Aren't you glad to see your dear sister, Little Miss Disappointment?~"

"I-I mean...y-yes? It's just..."

"Juuuust...what?~"

"...Looking a bit 'underdressed' for this location..."

When Mukuro received word that her sister would be visiting during one of her operations in the desert, admittedly, panicked was an understatement. This would be the first time (that Mukuro was aware of) that Junko was coming to visit her...and frankly given how volatile Junko was, the possibility of her doing something drastic while her was not very good for Mukuro's nerves.

Yet, as she pondered over what Junko had planned for to disrupt her operations here, Mukuro seemed to have forgotten about one thing that Junko seemed to take pride in more when not plotting for her next bid of despair: how to humiliate Mukuro!~ And what better way to give her a nice hit in the self-esteem department than by flaunting off what she had and her sister lacked!~

Under the noon sun, Junko flashed her ever confident smile to not only Mukuro, but even to her fellow comrades that stood side by side with her. All greeting the fashionista at the gate to their own compound. Though a smile wasn't the only thing she was flashing.

To be blunt, the only that thing that prevented Junko's from essentially being topless was a small camo shirt that was literally holding on by the smallest of knots. Aside from that, heck even with it, Junko exposed to the world her tight stomach and and her own sets of milkers that could put even a well endowed bimbo to shame! Didn't help that she just had to add a tie right in-between her soft knockers to really put emphasis on them!~

Though it wouldn't be Junko if she just ended it like that. No, to match her top, she was also wearing the shortest camo skirt that she could fine (...or could it be a certain cosplayer helped make it?) Either way, it had her her plump thighs out for the world to see. God help anyone who would be able to get a glimpse under there since the wind seemed to have taken the Enoshima Route in only giving enough breeze to tingle their imaginations but never going all the way in showing a juicy ass and what was probably barely covering it!~

Knowing damn well just how much she was stealing the show at the moment, Junko smirked and saunted up to Mukuro hands on her hips. "Heeeey, don't give me that 'underdressed' crap!~ I'm just trying to give these studs here a little visual treat!~ After all, I doubt anyone can get off with you all covered up like that!" she said, pointing at Mukuro's uniform. When compared to her bulky, unappealing uniforms...it was clear who would have stood out more for the 'right reasons'. Blushing from embarrassment, and from seeing her co-workers still gawk in utter bliss at Junko, Mukuro sighed and gestured towards the entrance.

"I...assume you want a tour?" she asked and, for a split second, that dangerous glint in Junko's eyes returned.

"Weeeell, you could say that! Let's go!~" But, as quick as it came, it went back to her faux pleasant grin. Sauntering ahead of them, Junko swayed her hips to really give the guards next to Mukuro a show. Practically hypnotizing them as they looked eager to possibly 'unwind' with her tonight!~ Though for Mukuro this was just the start of a very, very, very, rough day.

[sexmaniacinventor]

On Kaede face could be seen a VERY satisfied smug, for so long miu have been the biggest and bloating about it, heck, even calling HER of all people flat tits, and now, thanks not to surgery, but to the luckiest growth spurt ever, she could send aaaall that frustration back~

But luckily for miu, Kaede was a sweet girl~ she took a genuine smile and pulled miu in a warm hug, pressing their 4 marvelous titflesh melon together "Aaaw~ you’re so cute when you’re mad~ eheh, 2nd isn’t half bad miu~" she then smooched the inventor’s cheek hungry for tasty reactions~

She was only bloating about having the best body because she was all-natural, and she was proud enough of herself that she wanted to show off. She only teased Kaede because she was in love with her; she didn't mean anything by it. But This Kaede was the exact opposite of what she loved about Kaede. She was mean to her for no reason other than petty revenge. Her Kaede would never stoop so low. This Kaede was obviously much different than the Kaede she was used to, but she didn't seem that different. She silently sighed to herself before she started to speak again. "Merry Christmas to you too, Kaede," She said, blushing as her massive breasts pressed against Kaede's. "Why are you like this?" Miu asked as politely as she could. It felt like the two seemingly swapped personalities

[thelewdpokemanik]

tired to see ntr! lets spread love for smaller sizes (not boobs, cos flatties are cringe) tierlist of small size lover, cos bitches dont need no giga cock to cum their brain out when the boy is cute / try his best!

Notes:

Maki is theoretically fine w/ small sizes, but w/ an ass as phat as hers, you need to actually be big for her to enjoy herself.

Tenko will spit on most males, but the only way to break through her facade is w/ a monster cock. Having a small cock only increases her hatred.

Komaru wouldn't actually be mean while laughing at you. She just has a very distorted view of what 'normal' cock sizes are because of growing up w/ Makoto.

Cowede really enjoys 'bullying' small cocks. Drowning them between her mountainous tits, draining them dry between her lips, having them thrust wildly into her pussy as they try to breed her, etc. All done w/ love of course, but also a lot of amusement at how cute they are.

Chihiro actually loves blowing small cocks. He likes how he can really focus on them with his tongue and lips, and really pleasure them to the best of his abilities- not that he doesn't enjoy getting his throat gouged out by a monster, of course, but it's a different kind of fun, and sometimes, one he prefers over a brutal facefuck.

[plaindangan]

Oh GEE I wonder what COWEDEACUMOOTSU Will ask for.

Truth or dare event : Saihara Shuichi.

Truth : Admit how much you love how kaede’s tits are super big because you have a big titty kink. In front of everyone~

Action : say nothing, but in front of everyone, give a HUGE hug to Kaede.. from the front.. and your head deep in her booba~!

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

As soon as he received his dare, the emo detective's usual pale features immediately turned a bright red. Why must this first challenge be about his crush!? A-a-and with so many people around! Already, a crowd that contained his deepest friends was all about him and Kaede stood at the center of attention as usual. The pianist wearing her signature pink vest that was fitting so snug over her full, plump, large breasts.

For the shy detective, from two very stressful options...only one could be considered to be slightly possible. Thankfully, he had an idea that could, possibly, mitigate the blow from this. Approaching Kaede, the detective waved to her.

"H-hey, Kaede! H-how's it go-!" Here goes. Purposefully tripping over his on feet as he approached for a hug, Shuichi ended up stumbling face first in the target that he wanted: Kaede's chest!~ And God where they soft! So snug, so comfy, his head sunk in them so much...eep! Quickly coming to his seconds before he ruined his own plans, he stood up and bowed his head to her frantically.

"Aa-aaah!! I'm sorry!! I-I should have been careful when I walking!!" Kaede, though her own cheeks flushed pink from the trip, chiuckled and gave a hug to the black-cladded guy. "Don't worry about!~ It's just an accident..."

Squuiiish!!~

Yet, as soon as Kaede said that did her own hands go to grope at his own large, doughy, butt. Something that caused Shuichi to squeal a bit and others around them to either chuckle or stare in a bit of envy.

Smirking, the blonde let go with a wiggle of one her fingers in a mock scolding type of way. Did he truly think he could sneak one in on her without being noticed by a pervy pro?~

"Now we're even!~"

[thelewdpokemanik]

Tierlist of how jealous they are of the COWEDE’s sizes

Cowede! It's so nice to see you! And to have another chance to simp for Kaede <3

[thelewdpokemanik]

Miu iruma, junko enoshima, or Kaede Akamatsu .

Which one is the most fitting of the "ultimate bimbo" according to makoto ?

Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for both the ask and the images! Love Love <3

"Ah well, I think it depends on what you're looking for in a bimbo, right? For example, Junko's got the style down pat."

"The make-up, the clothes, the hair, she's not the Ultimate Fashionista for nothing. I know she's always wearing that thick lipstick just to leave rings around my cock. But that's also a big flaw of hers for some people I would think. Very much a free thinker, forward planner, and go-getter kinda girl. Can't say I don't see the good in that myself, but some people think a good bimbo should be an obedient one, and I can understand that too.

Can't count the number of times my plans were waylaid because Junko ambushed me in a hallway, or was waiting for me in my dorm room.

If you prefer your bimbos more docile, then you'd probably prefer Miu."

"That girl won't be trying anything, and if she does, she'll fold if you so much as raise your voice at her. Manhandle her for a bit, and she'll melt. Give her a good spanking, and you'll have a love-struck slave on your hands for the next few hours.

I learned how to handle her the hard way if you will. Miu was a tease and a bitch when I first met her, or she was acting like one at least. She kept pushing me and pushing me, until I finally gave her what she was asking for.

A few hours later, Miu had learned that teasing me meant me being horny and that I wouldn't hesitate to put the slut in her place to satisfy myself.

That doesn't mean she doesn't still try, but we both know she's simply trying to rile me up to fuck her. And if I don't feel like it, or am busy with another slut, simply telling her to 'go masturbate in a corner' will have the blonde scampering to obey me.

But another issue that both those girls have is that I think they fail to be bimbos on a more base level. Oh, they might look and act like bimbos, but they don't think like one.

Both Junko and Miu are Ultimates. They may act like bimbos, or dress like one, but they will always be their Ultimate before anything else.

That’s probably why I would personally say Kaede’s the best bimbo.

When Kaede first entered this school, she was scouted as the Ultimate Pianist. She was known pretty widely as the Piano Freak, a girl who would regularly play until she passed out, either from lack of sleep, or hydration.

But the moment I saw her, I saw something special

With her determined attitude, her single-minded passion, and the way her tits strained against her sweater, I saw a girl who wasn’t operating at her full potential. And as her Senpai, I decided I had to help her out. Give her proper guidance, if you will.

A few hours later, Kaede was drowning in my cum, and her brain was like wet clay, ready to learn at my feet.

Later that same day, Kaede was walking into the headmaster’s office, begging him to let her change her talent to train and become the Ultimate Bimbo.

It’s been a few months now, and I’m pretty sure Kaede couldn’t care less about piano, unless you were talking about fucking her atop one. The only thing she cares about nowadays is cock and cum and sex. She’s been making good use of Hope’s Peak’s facilities to train both her body and mind to become a proper sex toy every day since we first met.

And, well, the results speak for themselves, don’t they?"

"Like I said, the girl’s driven. She knows what she wants, and she wants to do it until she physically cannot anymore.

Problem is, not just anyone can handle the new Ultimate Bimbo. Once, she invited her whole class, boys and girls, to an orgy, where she fucked all of them into the ground. Thankfully, the Ultimate Nurse was on site, or Hope’s Peak might’ve been in trouble with all the broken pelvises and dehydrated students.

Even luckier, I was close by to fuck the cow into unconsciousness before she could attack the nurse.

Though the experience did nothing to slow down Kaede’s training. If nothing else, the school was even more invested in seeing just how far she could push herself, and, well, now they also had a boy to keep her in check.

Can’t say if I really deserved the title of Ultimate Stud after that incident, but most everyone agreed, so I didn’t try and resist when they gave it to me. I think it’s mostly honorific until I actually begin making use of the training Hope’s Peak has offered me, though I don’t see much of a reason to do so.

I also didn’t protest when they moved Kaede to my room, for me to fuck into a babbling mess every night, lest she sneak into some unsuspecting victims’ room for the night.

And I can’t deny that Kaede deserves to be called the Ultimate Bimbo either. Usually, I have to go through two, maybe three, sometimes four girls before calming down enough to put my pants back on, but Kaede isn’t afraid to match me thrust for thrust.

By the time I fuck her to exhaustion, I’m feeling pretty winded myself. Not ‘tired’, of course, but still. Enough that some of the other girls are starting to feel backed up themselves now that I no longer need to go through half the student body every week.

All of them, Kaede included, whenever she’s coherent enough to speak actual words, have been asking me to go through the Ultimate Stud training Hope’s Peak is looking into. I haven’t been too interested, to be honest; I’m fine as I am, and while sex is fun, and great exercise, my libido is more of an issue than anything else.

But, I can’t deny that I might have to. After destroying all the girls of Hope’s Peak, it wouldn’t do to not take responsibility, and train until I could actually satisfy them all, even as Kaede’s own training allows her to keep going for longer and longer.

Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I think it’s a good idea; I need to make sure I can both satisfy the Ultimate Bimbo and all the other Ultimate sluts that are begging for my cock.

And, well, Ultimate Stud is probably better than Ultimate Lucky Student, right? Can’t deny that the benefits are a lot better, at least."

[lewdganronpa]

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[lewdganronpa]

Shuichi saihara but he has a massive cock and a big juicy sexy ass. I dunno dude, im tired

(so shuichi saihara as always? all the femboy goodness in a cute boy package! get some sleep though!)

[thelewdpokemanik]

When the RIDICULOUSLY femboyi and adorable Shuichi saihara got casted into "Magical starlight : Kaede akamatsu and the mystery of love" as the main bad guy’s cute henchmen, did he expected his life to turn out as he did~? I mean nowadays he is maried and the trophy hubby to the absurdly thicc famous star, the well known Kaede akamatsu~, but it would be fun to know how he actually ended in this paradise of a situation~

(The lenght, detail, stories and all is up to you friend, also you’re amazing.)

(Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for the pics and the ask. Also YOU'RE amazing <3)

Shuichi was quite nervous, but also excited. Being a detective had never come naturally, but it had come easily, at least. He'd spent his whole life steeped in that world. But acting?

He'd never even thought of it. Not even in his wildest dreams. Never held an interest in it.

But while he'd been on a forced vacation due to his uncle needing to close his agency for a few weeks, he'd stumbled across a poster. 

'Magical Starlight: Kaede Akamatsu and The Mystery Of Love'

It was some sort of magical girl kids show, Shuichi thought. He'd heard of it in passing, caught an advert for it on tv once or twice.

But what caught his eye was the line at the bottom of the poster.

'Open auditions! Amateurs are welcome!'

Shuichi didn't know what possessed him to note down the number. Or call the casting director. Or show up and actually try. Or even worse, what had possessed the casting crew to actually call him back.

But here he was. Dressed in what could only be very charitably called a costume.

He couldn't believe he would be wearing this on live television, much less in a kids' show!

He was still shuffling in place in the changing room, debating the merits of trying to flee when she knocked on the door, making his back shoot up straight.

"Shu-chan~ Are you done changing?" A melodious voice sounded through the door, and Shuichi gulped.

"Y-Yeah…" He found himself answering, and the moment he did, the door was open, letting his co-star in, and making Shuichi blush like a tomato, seeing her in her own costume.

The thicc-as-oatmeal woman was practically spilling out the edges of her tiny magical girl costume. Shuichi's hands trembled slightly as Miss Akamatsu entered the room, her every step making mounds of flesh jiggle temptingly.

She smiled widely when she laid eyes on him, making him shuffle in place, embarrassed. "You look outright delicious, Shu-chan!" She said happily, the slightest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.

Shuichi choked on his breath as Miss Akamatsu stepped closer and closer to him, making him look up at her. The older woman had at least half a foot on him, and that was before she put on her heels.

"Th-Thanks?" He stuttered, a hand coming up to the brim of his nonexistent hat, to grasp only air and leaving him to simply look down to the ground.

It was hard to not be intimidated when he was in the presence of the Kaede Akamatsu. The woman seemed blessed by the very gods to succeed in whatever she tried her hand at. She used to be a world-renowned pianist, before becoming an acclaimed actress, not to mention her good looks and shining personality.

Miss Akamatsu was simply born to be a star, unlike shy and gloomy Shuichi. But that was why they were here, wasn't it?

"Stop looking so down, Shu-chan~" Miss Akamatsu sing-sang, leaning down to his level and making Shuichi blush even harder at the view of her cleavage she offered. 

He forced his eyes to look up at her, not directly into her eyes of course, lest he loses his voice once more. "S-Sorry, Miss Akamatsu." He apologized.

The blonde pouted. "'Miss Akamatsu'? I'm not that old, you know? Call me Kaede~" She demanded.

Shuichi bashfully nodded. "S-Sure." He said, pointedly not actually using her name, and making the blonde pout even harder. 

He jumped when her delicate hand landed on his shoulder, her perfectly manicured hand teasing his barely-covered skin and giving him goosebumps.

"You'd think someone would show more gratitude when I graciously offer my precious time to help them learn…" she mumbled, making Shuichi's face pale.

"I-I am grateful!" He insisted, his hands coming up in front of his chest as if to surrender. But he truly was. 

Shuichi might've passed the audition, but it was quite clear that he was lagging behind the rest of the crew, justifiably so. 

And that was when Miss Akamatsu approached him and offered to help him learn his lines and practice with her.

"If it weren't for your help, I probably wouldn't stand a chance… Of course, I'm grateful." Shuichi ended up mumbling, a blush dusting his cheeks as he stared at the tip of his boots.

He heard Miss Akamatsu hum in the back of her throat, before her hand grabbed hold of his chin in her fingers, making Shuichi jump, eyes wide in bewilderment. She slowly forced him to look up at her, the silky smooth skin of her fingers tickling Shuichi as she did.

Shuichi's eyes were caught in the blonde's as she stared down at him, making his heart beat against his ribcage faster and faster.

"So? What do we say?" Miss Akamatsu asked leadingly, making Shuichi's mouth dry out.

"Th-Thank you-"

"'Thank you' who?"

Shuichi was drowning in twin pools of blue. "Thank you, Kaede…" he said, feeling out of breath and making Kaede giggle.

Her hand patted the top of his head, making him blush once again. "Was that so hard, Shu-chan?" She said, obviously pleased with herself, before spinning on her heel and making the detective blink as eye contact was finally broken. “Now come on! We haven’t got all night~”

As she spoke, she left Shuichi’s changing room, leaving him blinking and staring stupidly at his closed door. The detective let out a shuddering breath, and adjusted his suddenly too-tight bottom, though thankfully, they didn’t let anything appear through them, which honestly surprised him.

Pleasantly so, of course. The last thing he wanted was for Miss- for Kaede to think he was some kind of pervert.

He breathed in deep, trying to calm his nerves, and stepped out, following Kaede on the empty set.

The studio was empty, the last employee having long since left for the night, but Kaede had somehow managed to get them permission to use the studio for Shuichi to practice. And in the middle of the half-constructed throne room set, her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips, her shoulders squared and her chest thrust out, Kaede stood, smiling at him.

Shuichi blushed as he couldn’t stop himself from ogling her, but if Kaede noticed, she made no mention of it. “Are you ready to begin, Shu-chan?” She asked instead as Shuichi stepped closer, though he stopped maybe half-a-dozen steps away, where the script wanted him to be. In front of the imposing throne, between it and Kaede.

He took in a shaky breath, before nodding with as much certainty as he could muster, which wasn’t all that much.

Kaede licked her lips in response. “Then begin whenever you’re ready, cutie~”

Shuichi shivered, his blush redoubling in intensity. He was glad his mask was covering his face right now. But he tried to chase the fantasies Kaede kept inspiring in him, and closed his eyes, focusing on his character.

While he was new at acting, memorizing his lines was hardly a challenge for the detective. 

He gave Kaede his best frown, and posed dramatically, ignoring the embarrassment the pose provoked in him. “S-So you’ve come, Kaede!” He declared with a voice that was intended to be confident. Though he powered through. “If you think that I’ll allow you to reach the Heart of Hate without a fight, then you’re dead wrong!” 

Kaede chuckled behind a raised hand, making Shuichi falter. “Um-”

But before he could point out her mistake(?), she pointed at him dramatically. “It is you who is dead wrong, Shu-chan!” That wasn’t his name in the script!? Was Kaede improvising!? “I’m here for something much more important than that!” She declared, taking a step forward and making Shuichi step back in response. 

His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, trying to come up with something to say. “I-Is that so?” He questioned, torn between asking Kaede for an explanation and simply going with the flow of the experienced actress. “A-And, what is that?”

Kaede smiled even wider as she continued to walk toward a retreating Shuichi. Or at least he had been before he bumped into the throne. And before he could readjust his course, Kaede closed those few final meters between the two. Her arms fell on the armrests on either side of him, trapping him between her and the seat, leering down at him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, a hungry gleam in her eyes that made Shuichi gulp. 

“Love~”

“OOOOOOHHH~” Shu-chan howled like an animal, his hips flush against Kaede’s chest, cumming once more against her softness.

“Fufufu~” Kaede sultrily chuckled. Shuichi was bent over, leaning over the throne’s seat, his musky cock trapped beneath him in her large cleavage. She tightened it like a vice with her elbows, and held onto Shuichi’s hips with her hands, not allowing him the range to actually pull his cock out.

Shui-chan had been cute before, but like this, with his cute butt in her face and his balls twitching as she milked him, he was positively delicious~

“Go on, Shu-chan~ You can shoot one more for me, can’t you?” Kaede teased the poor boy, making him whine, but the moment she tightened the grip her chest had around his cock, it transformed into a moan, and his hips began bouncing once more, his balls clapping against the top of her chest.

She licked her lips, before catching one of them in her mouth, moaning at its salty taste, and making Shu-chan cry out, and redouble his efforts at cumming. She thoroughly bathed it in her saliva, savoring its musky taste.

Honestly, such a dangerous cock shouldn’t be attached to such a cute boi~ No doubt any other woman would’ve had her brain melting out of her pussy from the smell alone, but Kaede wasn’t just anyone.

She’d teach this naughty cock just who was top dog.

It didn’t take long for her to feel the nut twitch energetically on her tongue as Shuichi flooded her tits with yet another cumshot. They hadn’t lost any of their volume or thickness, even after three other just-as-voluminous ejaculations.

Kaede would have to pull out the big guns. Not that it would be a big sacrifice on her part~

She let go of Shu-chan’s hips just as he pulled back, surprising him and freeing his length unexpectedly, and used the little space he’d left to sneak around him, dropping herself on the throne in front of him.

She could see the haze of pleasure in his eyes drowning out all of his other thoughts, and chuckled once more. Adorable~

He whined at the lost pleasure and almost immediately began trying to climb her and resume his mindless thrusting, but Kaede’s hand on his chest was enough to stop him. He stared up at her with his eyes full of begging, at least until Kaede spread her legs, revealing her drenched pussy to him.

The effect was immediate. Shu-chan's pleasure-drunk brain suddenly realized that, more than cum, he could breed~ And it didn't wait a moment to do exactly that, hurriedly pulling Kaede's sticky panties to the side, before plunging his thick cock inside of her depths, making her moan throatily. 

His wild thrusting became even wilder as he battered her insides, desperate to fill her up with his seed, to mark her as his forevermore. Of course, Kaede's tight love tunnel was far from helping him calm down. His cock was choked by her warm wetness, her muscles spasming around him as he pulled her first orgasm of the night from her.

Kaede smiled sultrily as she observed Shu-chan's pleasure-distorted face from behind her fluttering eyes. His tongue was hanging from his mouth like a wild dog's, and, well, she simply couldn't resist that invitation.

She leaned down to meet him, and quickly stole his lips and kissed him hungrily, wrestling his tongue into submission, for while Shuichi might have the energy and wildness of a beast, Kaede knew how to tame it with ease, and forced him to dance to her tune as she stared into his rolling eyes.

She broke the kiss for a moment, sending one of her hands to his ass, and grabbing a handful of his soft cheek, encouraging him to go even faster, even harder, before forcing him to swallow her next moan.

She bit his lip unexpectedly, tugging at it slightly and making Shu-chan gasp.

"You're mine." She growled, her teeth working his lip over. 

"Your body's mine. Your heart's mine. Your cum's mine~ and I want it! Give it to me! Cum!" Kaede demanded, meeting each of Shu-chan's thrusts with her own, and making the boy cry out in pleasure as she did. 

And eventually, Shu-chan's resolve broke, as he emptied his balls into her, making Kaede gasp under him as her belly was filled with his warm seed, again and again, until the excess poured out from around his cock.

Shu-chan's body fell atop Kaede's as his strength left him, melting into her as his cock throbbed inside of her.

"Yours. Yours yours yours yours-" He was mumbling under his breath and making Kaede's own heart melt.

"What a good boi you are, Shu-chan~" She praised, squeezing him against her as she did, and making Shu-chan moan once more, though he didn't so much as twitch a muscle.

He was tired it seemed~ Well, Kaede would just have to make sure he slept comfortably, wouldn't she? And, well…

She'd deal with the mess in the morning. Or maybe she'd just steal Shu-chan away to her home and deal with the director's complaints the day afterward, or even the day after that.

She wouldn't allow Shu-chan to leave until he'd satisfied her, or maybe not even then.

She could use a cute little hubby after all~

[thelewdpokemanik]

Miu is a very jealous person, and learning how she wasn’t top one in every Boy’s "want to fuck" list in the accademy ? She took it personally, so here she goes in a mad plan~..

Her first victim was going to be that nerd chiaki~.. she gave her a new video game that as the gamer girl will play it, she will get corrupt by it, changing her to the core, slowly turning the bubbly lazy girl into a toxic punk raging gamer, according her clothing style to her new persona, making her do super lewd lives on twitch, milking her comunity like simps~ and being overall a total bitch to handle~.. admittedly tho it did make her sexier for some, hajime ain’t really complaining considering how.. forward she tends to be as snatching what she wants.. and she wants him~

(The Hajime / chiaki can ne ignored but NO NTR)

Chiaki couldn't say she really understood Miu's reasoning. Trying to make sense of the Ultimate Inventor's motivations was already a mess and a half usually, but her gift and subsequent demand left Chiaki confused, though not overly suspicious.

Yes, Miu had almost outright told her that the game was basically an act of vengeance for some nebulous slight Chiaki hadn't understood. And yes, the inventor had practically admitted to hating the gamer.

But at the same time, Chiaki wasn't sure there was someone in this school Miu didn't talk to exactly like this.

And a game was a game, regardless of why Miu had given it to Chiaki.

And since the file didn't seem to have any kind of virus on it that her antivirus could find, she shrugged, and booted up her stream.

As soon as she did, viewers began flowing into her chat, but she didn't make much of an effort to acknowledge them. Chiaki knew some streamers grew tremendously popular by the sheer force of their personality, but the Ultimate Gamer didn't particularly care for popularity.

Not only that, but this wasn't that kind of stream.

This wasn't Chiaki Nanami's stream. It was the Ultimate Gamer's.

People came here to see her demolish games, learn tips and tricks, and sometimes try their own hand against her in online tournaments.

Chiaki played like a machine. She didn't give the chat much attention as she did, nor did she comment much. The only reason she even had a webcam was to prove she was the one playing, and sometimes explain precise button inputs that required an esoteric grip on a controller.

As the chat slowly filtered in, she opened up the game Miu had given her, and immediately, her gamer nerves warned her.

There was a shiver going down her spine, that warned her that this wasn't a fun game.

No, this was a game that followed a long legacy.

Cat Mario.

I Wanna Be The Guy.

And now, Chiaki's Ultimate Challenge.

A troll game, designed exclusively to make the player angry and ruin their day.

Chiaki could sense it in her bones, but she couldn't say she was opposed to such games.

She even had respect for those who made them. There was an art to them, a technique. You had to truly understand games and those who played them to systematically destroy them after all.

And Chiaki could appreciate the challenge. It was a battle of wits between her and the developer, both using their knowledge of the other to try and find and avoid their traps or lure her into one.

But did Miu have the know-how to make a satisfying one?

An hour later, Chiaki was, frustrated. It was a state of mind she wasn’t familiar with. Especially not while playing a game.

Only one way to find out.

- - -

Not even classic troll games could get her this riled up, nor could uber-difficult rage games. Because those games could be tamed.

Once she fell in a trap once, she wouldn’t fall in it the next go around, and inch by inch, step by step, she would conquer them.

But Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge was a different beast. Miu was playing dirty, using every trick the Ultimate Inventor could come up with to ruin Chiaki’s night.

Frames dropped randomly, messing up her timing at the worst possible moment. Traps changed speed and position every time she died and reloaded the stage. The game was intentionally running poorly, making her monster of a pc run extremely hot, and making the gamer sweat enough that she had to ditch the jacket a quarter of an hour in.

Not to mention the way the screen obnoxiously flashed bright pink whenever the tiny pixelated Chiaki died, straining the real Chiaki's eyes something fierce, though she didn't dare look away from the screen for even a moment.

The music too was designed to annoy her she thought. The main track was high-pitched and annoying, but she was almost certain that there was a vocal track as well, but the mix was horrible. What she suspected to be a pitch-shifted synthesizer was drowning out the voice something fierce. Not enough to completely stomp it out, but Chiaki simply couldn't decipher a word it whispered in her headphones. 

It wasn’t a challenge of skill, but of will. And Chiaki wasn’t used to being tested like this. A furrow was dug into her brow as she tried to concentrate on the infuriating game. Her button presses came harder and harder, and her jaw was clenched tight.

But it was all for naught. Once more, the platform at the very beginning of the level became intangible without any sense or warning, sending Chiaki back to the title screen with a bright pink flash that made her blink rapidly.

“Dammit!” She said, only to blush at the curse word.

And in response to the first curse word her viewers had ever heard from her, her frustration, and her death, her chat devolved into an indecipherable torrent of comments.

She spotted more than one mocking comment, but she ignored them, only feeding her growing frustration with them into the fire of her determination.

She wasn’t ready to give up yet. Despite Miu’s best efforts, Chiaki was still carving herself a path forward, death by death.

It took many hours, but Chiaki finally managed to crawl her way out of the first level. There was a limit to what a machine could come up with, and Chiaki had come to learn some of the patterns it fell into, allowing her to at least begin to consistently advance.

The real question was whether or not she’d keep her cool long enough to beat the first level.

- - -

For example, that first platform wasn’t as random as Chiaki had thought. It was timed. But not with, like, an internal clock, or a cycle, no.

The platform wasn’t tangible whenever her computer’s clock ended in a pair number.

Chiaki was back in a comfortable rhythm, though not a fun one. Once she managed to find those kinds of esoteric patterns, she could clear some traps, but most of them still evaded her. It was only her Ultimate Gamer’s instincts that had allowed her to come this far.

But this was the first time she saw the second stage, and of course, that meant another game over.

She sighed, but there was also a glimmer of hope in her chest. Progress was possible, at least. And she would clear this game if it took her a year of gaming every night on it.

With a hint of a smile on her lips, she rebooted the game, which of course, sent her back to the first level with the usual pink flash. She’d expected it.

What she hadn’t expected was for the first platform to be intangible even though it was 2:45:11 AM.

Chiaki’s blood ran cold. Like a madwoman, she tried, again and again, to land on it, making sure she wasn’t messing up the timing. But she wasn’t missing her window. It simply no longer existed.

The platform no longer followed the rule she’d discovered. Nor did any of the other traps she’d deciphered.

The patterns had changed once she’d reached the second level.

“FUCKING SHIT!” Chiaki yelled, throwing her controller against the wall, where it exploded into a dozen pieces.

She froze as she did, the sound like a cold shower falling atop her head. She ignored the torrent of comments her actions earned herself.

"F-Fudge." Chiaki forced herself to say, panting. She had jumped out of her seat as she'd thrown the controller, and she took a moment to center herself, panting while resting her hands on her hips, arching her back ever so slightly.

She could feel her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she did, her room having become a veritable sauna because of Miu's game. Sweat was making her hair stick to her forehead as she closed her eyes to calm herself, only for them to blink back open when her computer began jingling away.

Her head turned towards the monitor, only to blush at the feedback she saw there. Her sweat had turned her white shirt transparent, leaving her pink bra visible through the fabric. Not to mention the way her chest was heaving as she panted, drawing the eye towards her boobs even further.

And the jingles she'd been hearing-

'Nice curves Chi-chan~'

'U go gurl'

'Love seeing those gamer tits <3'

Messages were flashing across her screen. Not in the chat box where the rest of the chat was.

No, those were donations. All of them prompted by her unplanned show.

Chiaki could feel her blush heating her face.

Well, she no longer had a controller anyway. "I'm going to bed. Good night everyone, and th-thank you for the donations." She stuttered, before ending the stream and closing the screen, only to blink once more.

She was leaning down to reach her mouse and as such-

She could see the reflection of her deep cleavage on the darkened screen.

Her blush exploded as she realized how she'd looked as she ended the stream, before shaking her head with a sigh.

This night was a wash as far as she was concerned. Her controller was destroyed, she'd made a fool of herself, and she hadn't made any progress on Miu's fucking game-

She shook her head. Whatever. Clearly, Miu's program could only be called a game in the loosest definition of the term, and she didn't feel bad about saying it was awful and not worth her time.

She crashed atop her bed soon enough, the fatigue brought upon by the heat and the frustration soon pulling her under.

But sleep didn't offer her the rest she'd hoped. That annoying music had followed her in her dreams, as had the whispers and the pink flashes.

Even in her dreams, the flashes disoriented her, and though the whispers were louder, they were just as unintelligible as they had been when she’d been awake.

But even if she couldn't understand them, they were still omnipresent and loud in a way whispers shouldn’t be, drowning out every other one of her thoughts. The pink wasn’t helping her concentrate either.

The flashes came and went without rhyme or reason, assaulting her like flashbangs, as Chiaki tried to escape both them and the whispers. But it was futile. They were hounding her in this nightmare, as she ran without hope of outrunning them.

And when she woke up the next morning, she definitely felt like she’d spent the night running.

She was sweating like a pig, almost heaving her breathes, and worst of all-

That fucking song was stuck in her head.

Thankfully, the donations she'd received the night before had helped finance her new controller. She'd even had some left over to preorder a game she'd been looking forward to.

Chiaki squashed her face into her pillow, and screamed.

- - -

All in all, she was glad she'd gotten them, even if the means had been, well…

She shook her head. Whatever. She booted up the stream once her controller was properly set-up, only to blink when she saw the number of viewers.

It was far more than it had been yesterday evening. And judging from the chat…

Word had spread about what she'd accidentally shown off last night. And people were appreciating her having already taken off her hoodie. They were hoping for another show, which made Chiaki blush.

That wasn't her intention at all! She just knew how hot her room would get while she played Miu's game.

Whatever. Maybe this would mean she'd get more donations. At least let her get something from this shitty game.

She booted up the game, and leaned back in her chair as it loaded, watching the chat chug along.

The viewers were, well, horny was probably the word for it. They were already clamoring for her to undo a button or many, show off more of the cleavage that was hidden behind her tight shirt.

She blushed as she read the mix of lewd compliments and requests. The chat was apparently solidly empowered by its anonimity, and didn't hesitate to speak its mind.

"This isn't that kind of stream, you p-perverts." She mumbled, only to prompt a ding from her computer.

"Thank you for the dona-" Chiaki cut herself off as she read the message attached to the donation.

"We may be perverts, but we are perverts with money."

What an awful line. But a truthful one, it seemed. Chiaki blinked when she saw the amount that had just been sent.

100$. Just like that. Chiaki had made a hundred dollars for doing basically nothing. She blinked again, her mouth opening again to say, what? She didn't know. 

Thankfully, her game finished loading at that moment, beginning to play the music she'd so grown to hate.

She felt herself frowning immediately, before settling in her seat, her brand-new controller in hand.

People who'd liked Chiaki swearing yesterday found themselves eating good tonight.

Playing this game wasn't fun. But she wanted to win. Badly.

- - -

"Goddamnit." The gamer girl bit out as her avatar fell through another platform. She ignored the jeers from her chat once again as she restarted all the way back to level one.

She'd reached a point where she could semi-consistently make her way to level 2, but progress was slow. But slow progress was still progress as Chiaki somehow managed to claw her way to the end of level 2.

Her computer was still chugging, prompting Chiaki to undo a couple of buttons from her shirt to try and survive the heat.

The couple of donations it earned her didn't hurt either.

A chat grabbed her attention amongst the deluge somehow.

'Maybe you should stick to showing off your tits instead of playing games lmao' someone said, making Chiaki's eyes do a double take.

Just in time for her character to run into an invisible enemy.

Died. Again. Because of that asshole.

And the screen flashed again, and that stupid fucking music somehow got even louder, grating against Chiaki’s ears, against her fucking thoughts-

Chiaki grit her teeth, clenched her fists tightly enough that the plastic of the controller creaked under her fingers, though she could barely hear it over the music, the flashes, and the avalanche of chatters-

She breathed in, trying to calm back down, but all it did was send a shot of oxygen into the fire of her anger, immediately burning away the familiar voice in her heart trying to convince her to be the bigger person.

"FUCKING GODDAMNIT! YOU MISOGYNISTIC PIECE OF SHIT!" Chiaki screamed, throwing her controller atop her bed, where it landed with a wholly unsatisfying poomf. She stood up, making her chair roll away behind her as she dove onto her keyboard.

It was a matter of seconds to find the chat again, not hesitating a moment to pull up his profile.

Th3oK1ll3r.

This dumb motherfucker.

"I should just stick to showing off my tits, Theo? Why, so you can jack off your needle dick? How about you stick to being a useless little CUCK! Think about that the next time you look up my stream before touching your microdick!" Chiaki yelled, before banning the chatter, to the jeers and applause of her audience.

She panted once she'd done so, her chest heaving with exertion, sweat running down her forehead and back.

She- had never gotten this angry. Ever.

And she felt great.

There was a gigantic weight that had suddenly lifted itself from her chest, and she fell back in her chair with a smile on her face.

No, not a smile- There was a satisfaction, a slight edge of sadism that pierced through, making it appear as a wholly uncharacteristic smirk.

She blinked when her computer dinged again, announcing a new donation.

5,00$

‘Im sorry please unban me’

By Th3oK1ll3r.

Chiaki giggled slightly, which quickly turned into a chuckle, and then full-bellied laughter.

She could just imagine Theo’s fucking face as he sent her his hard-earned cash, dick forgotten in hand as he begged pathetically for some of her attention.

A small nugget of pity welled up inside of her momentarily, but she crushed it mercilessly, aided by the music and the lights that were still flashing for some reason, despite Chiaki no longer playing.

She sat up in her chair.

“You think your pocket change is gonna make me unban you? That might be enough to pay your mom for a night, but I’m not a whore like her. How about you either put your money where your mouth is or get the fuck off my stream, Baby Dick?” Chiaki declared mockingly, leaning to the side to pick up her controller once more.

She took a moment to breathe as she did. Her heart was pounding like crazy, and she couldn’t get her smile off her face. Again, that annoying, nagging voice came around to try and make her apologize for lambasting the anonymous viewer, but the catchy tune quickly drowned it out once more.

The shitty loop was at least good for something, Chiaki had to admit. She might have to put it on her phone or something.

She rose back up, controller in hand when she heard another ding. 

Th3oK1ll3r, with another 5,00$.

She made sure not to even acknowledge it, much to the derision of her chat.

Instead, she began playing once more, a smirk still pulling at her lips as she did.

The weight her angry release had freed her from hadn’t yet returned and didn’t seem eager to do so either.

Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge had never tasted so sweet than with Theo’s desperate donations ringing every so often in her ears, and by the time she left the stream, she told Theo she’d think about unbanning him.

Over the next several streams, Chiaki’s viewers were greeted with the fruit of Theo’s money, not to mention all the other desperate donors that had grown to follow the Ultimate Gamer.

Maybe after a few more hundred dollars.

- - -

Chiaki had been so happy with herself, so light after that fateful stream, she’d been eager to embrace this newfound mentality of hers.

Gone were the pastel sweaters and oversized clothes. Instead, tight black clothes that made her pale skin pop and her curves all the more pronounced were practically painted on, not to mention the actual paint on her face. Her top revealed an ocean of cleavage deep enough to drown in.

“More than enough to completely swallow the cocklet of any of my viewers…” Chiaki mumbled to herself, pulling at the rim of her tank top and revealing even more skin.

She was still gaming, but she was only paying half attention to the game, instead focusing much more closely on the chat, scanning the influx of new messages with the eyes of a hawk, waiting for her prey to present itself.

And soon enough, a baby-dicked virgin appeared, eager to try and act confident online where no one knew just how much of a cuck they were in real life.

‘How about you stop pretending and actually take off your top?’

Like a lioness pouncing on a gazelle, Chiaki pivoted towards her second monitor, pulling up the user who’d dared speak up.

“Oh, I should stop pretending, AnimeLov3r? Maybe you should stop pretending this isn’t the first time you’ve spoken to a girl in months, and shut the fuck up! Here, I’ll help you out. You’re banned for a week! Take that time to get out of your coomer cave and go talk to a girl other than your mom! Though if that’s too hard for you, just stay here, jacking off your needledick to a girl who’ll never give you the time of day!”

Immediately, Chiaki felt the music’s pounding grow even heavier in her ears, and the pink flashes made her eyes flutter in pleasure. Her thighs squeezed tightly together, rubbing against her core as she rode the high of newfound sadism.

She found that the annoying voice from before was now almost completely gone. Or rather, it had changed its tune somewhat.

‘Who gives a shit what I say to stupid fucking simps? All they’re good for is sending me their check every month. Perverts probably get off to the insults too, like the masochistic betas they are.’

Chiaki found this new train of thought much more agreeable. It fit in quite well with the flashy pink decor and the background music that never quite seemed to go away…

Chiaki blinked rapidly as she heard the doorbell ring.

She felt her heart pick up the pace, her cheeks heating up slightly, a genuine smile stretching her lips.

She’d invited Hakime to come visit her today. After multiple months of procrastinating and hesitating, the two teenagers constantly rocking on the edge of actually becoming a couple, it seemed the Regular Course Student had taken Chiaki’s new wardrobe and attitude as the invitation it was when it came to real men, unlike her army of simps.

And now, he was going to help her branch out in her career.

“Okay losers, my boyfriend just got here. He’s actually got a dick worth something unlike the rest of you, and he’ll be using it to fuck me all night long, so stream’s over.”

That said, Chiaki ‘forgot’ to turn the stream off, and left the room, making sure the webcam got a great view of her ass swaying under her tight skirt as she did.

No doubt the way Hajime would make her scream would make for a great publicity stunt for her burgeoning OnlyFans to all of her cuck viewers who would stick around and masturbate to what a real man was capable of.