Naughty Dance to Steal the Spotlight Before the Main Event
Lying down and watching internet broadcasts, the NEET was wandering around streaming sites today as well.
"End of the world, end of the world..."
Someone was glued to a game, forgetting meals and sleep just to clear a tough one.
"Dopamine bomb, dopamine bomb..."
The platform vanishing sucked, but whining wouldn't bring it back. Grinning, the viewer scrolled on.
"Might as well..."
End of the world. Famous streamers were fun, but streamers with nothing to lose might crank it up even wilder.
Whoa... what's that?
And there it was—a bizarre VTuber stream that caught the NEET's eye. He didn't usually dig this genre, but this was different. A character with flawless modeling was dancing on screen, viewer count bafflingly low.
"Ooh, sexy..."
The kinda moderately naughty dance influencers did for challenges. But with the character's slutty outfit, just watching lifted his mood.
"Heh heh heh..."
Grinning sleazily at the stream, the NEET suddenly cocked his head.
"But this looks expensive... pre-recorded clip?"
No one danced with such graceful, pretty lines so effortlessly, and handling motion capture that perfectly wasn't easy. A stream with this investment would've hustled viewers via company backing or streamer connections.
"Aigoo, that was tough! How was it? Good enough?"
Surprisingly, it was live—the streamer herself dancing that killer routine. Her gaze shifted sideways, toward someone viewers couldn't see.
"Yeah. Perfect."
What the—a guy?
The NEET pouted. A dude showing up on a female streamer's broadcast—especially a personal acquaintance, not a collab—was a no-go.
"N-now that we've got some viewers, let me explain today's stream again!"
The broadcaster. VTuber with the handle Ajia flashed a bright smile.
"It's the last day, so we're going out hot and hard! Even invited a male guest for some 'fun games'!"
Fun... games?
Face-masked male guest, invited to her room for fun games. The NEET wiped drool from his mouth, eyes glued.
"Th-thinking about it... I don't watch streams for fake romance vibes anyway..."
Teasing 'close friends' acts that left you imagining pissed him off, but broadcasting actual lovemaking changed everything.
"This time... a song? Waste on this body? Nah, I sing great too... End's almost here anyway! Let's go wild?"
Viewers trickled in steadily. Even in chaotic end times, high production with such bold promises was rare.
"Y-yeah! No more streams anyway! Hot graduation, then new life! Anyway... here we go!"
The on-screen character started peeling off clothes one by one.
Ooh? That far?
Sexy, pretty lingerie revealed. He wondered which illustrator poured their soul into this design.
"Next up... with our guest here! Time for a man-and-woman-alone fun game!"
The stream was heating up fast.
Reactions split. But demands for more dance weren't slacking either.
"They say so... one more song?"
"Do whatever feels good."
I smiled and nodded.
"Alright, next track!"
A familiar melody kicked in. After a casual shake, she put both hands behind her head and rolled her hips.
Ooh...
A dance he'd seen a million times, but watching a real dancer nail it up close hit different. Not just swaying her waist—the soft, bouncy grind of her slutty hips was pure allure.
"Th-that... okay?"
Felt like a mission for a raunchier platform.
Viewers exploding.
"Way hotter stuff coming—this is fine! Come on over!"
Jia panted out her okay. I nodded, then flicked her jiggling tits left and right.
"Eek! W-w-w-wait a sec!"
"What's up?"
"Not enough oomph! Hang on..."
She spun the webcam quick, stripped off the rest, and swapped into a white dress shirt and skin-tight dolphin pants.
"Bra was hiding the goods... if we're doing this, go all out!"
"Sure."
She danced again. Lewd tits fluttered translucently through the white shirt, all captured on stream. The cute character mirrored her exact outfit.
Yeah, there's something to it.
Another donation popped.
"Alright then..."
I poked Jia's dancing tits.
"Hnght!"
On screen, it looked like an invisible man groping—soft, shapely boobs wobbling, shirt rippling, but no hand in sight.
Chat on fire. Jia beamed, dancing on.
"Le-let's go... even sexier?"
A sticky, slutty song filled the air. Sexier dances, raunchier missions rolled in.