#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

[cowedeakamatsu]

[VOTE] What would you guys be more interested in as an event ? a part of me wants to wait v4 full release to drop it, but since i dont know when its happening, i kinda wanted to try and do it before.

Cowede's RPG Part 2!(only opened to dangan chars) : a large portion probably werent here for it, as its one of my first concept ever back when i was working using nai V2 (it was shiiiiiit) but basically, a rpg epic fantasy setting (and SMEXY of course) featuring our favorite dangan boys and gals! with maybe added mythology like monsters, godesses, and whatnot! it will also include a bit (or a lot) of writing~ each character will have a specific power, alignement, class, even races and whatnot. Ocs are also accepted if theyre interesting~ (no shitty dangan oc, i meant more like npcs). dont hesitate to go wild on those! (to be clear if it happens dont just tell me "can u do x character please ?" propose to me a rpg sheet of a character and i'll try to rework it + make a good (or multiple good, images out of it!) I dont promise to write as much tho. here's a link to the old event https://www.tumblr.com/cowedeacumootsu/tagged/isekai%20fantasy%20rpg%20event!

The return of Cosplay event! (open to any character!) : at the start of the event i choose 25 costume / cosplay ideas. you ask me for a character with a number and i'll do it~ you wont know what number means what cosplay!

Matchup OF THE DOOOOOM (open to any character BUT not 2 character from the same universe) : quite simple! mashup / crossover asks, but for the ENTIRETY of the month! not a single (outside of the ones already in my askbox) solo character ask

HEROES VS VILAINS (open to any character) : you know what rules ? tits. this category isnt really related to that though, Like the rpg thing this one involve writing! and will face off the brigade of good guys and gals and halaras VS the mc big evil bad guys and gals and halaras! Choose a character - choose an alignement (eviiiiil or guuuud) and an intensity out of 10 and i'll redo the character as said evil or good, a character CANT be asked twice, but feel free to make otherwordly relations! AND YES monster designs, monster gals, monster bois, and aaaaaaaaaaaaaall type of "hero" or "evil" can be asked! (yes we can have nice sexy milfy eldritch abomination if you want) actually monster gals are still open, while the lab is still close (so no intensity stuff, no fusion of monster and character pic using vibes) you can still ask for theeeeeeeem. also a reminder that pixel art, figures, chibi, or any style you can think of is still open!

[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]

kisses are cool, very cool, alas already did a ask about it, so what about, tongue length~? perfect for ahegao, deepthroats, rimjobs, and teasing~

Notes:

Yes I am in love w/ Jill's tongue. I would let her do unholy things to me.

Kokichi loves teasing people he knows have a tongue fetish (like me). He'll lick his lips constantly, show it off while eating a popsicle, shove it down my throat-

Angie could be in top tier on skill alone, even if she doesn't have much in terms of size.

And again, always using Cowede when Cowede sends an ask :P

[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

[lewdganronpa]

Congrats! You deserve a Curvy Chisa! <3

thanks! love curvy chisa!

[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]

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.