Ravishing the Vtuber's Shame Live for All to See
I'd hugged Kim Jia before, even if she wasn't the only one. Back when I was the cult leader, she was one of the countless women among my many followers I'd embraced.
Dressed in skimpy outfits, dancing and sweating buckets as they worshipped me—those five devotees left me no choice but to pull them into hugs.
But this time, it felt a little different.
"Uh... have you done this kind of thing a lot?"
"Plenty."
"Oh no... this is bad. So you're the type who donates to vtubers just to pull stuff like this? Unexpected. I thought you weren't dangerous."
"Not at all. First time dropping this much cash on donations... and honestly, if the platform hadn't tanked, you wouldn't be doing this, right?"
"True enough. It's all to get banned anyway. Still, shame about the viewer spike... but it won't matter now, will it?"
"Why not? You could drag this crowd over to a new stream."
"Like this..."
She leans in and kisses me. Soft lips mingle with saliva.
Jia gazes at me with eyes swirling in shyness, anxiety, and thrill.
Yeah, definitely different.
Even the same woman tastes unique. Like embracing my obedient sex slave Witae versus the version unleashing her own cravings.
The Kim Jia from my devotee days was diligent and magnetic, pouring her all into dances and songs.
By contrast, this Jia felt fragile. Broke. A failure.
Her eyes on me now lacked that pure, unquestioning devotion from her 'follower' phase.
"Scared?"
"H-honestly, a bit! Sex is okay, but what if it's some ugly fat guy, or a psycho who wants to hit me..."
Just as she said, her gaze wavered. But that vulnerability had its own allure.
She was anticipating it. The extreme taboo she'd never dared in her life—and the ecstasy it promised.
Her chats veered closer to harassment than chit-chat, but she'd never even gotten that much attention.
It'd be a blast. Pure fun.
And damn, her sensitivity's top-notch.
Most of the women I'd held back then were the same; none struck me as hating the sex.
Not out of some dutiful 'gotta please the leader!' vibe—they just savored my touch.
She'd feel it building. Crave it.
Her body heating gradually, lust worming into her brain.
"Ah, no! Not like that, but... I never had a boyfriend anyway, and this is important... hehe."
Jia, who'd unwittingly shredded the NEETs' hearts, shot me a sly smile.
"And um, the rest of you watching—you're all young and haven't scored a girlfriend yet, right? You'll get one eventually..."
"Huh?"
"What? Did I say something weird?"
She beamed at me, radiant as ever. The chat erupted in flames.
Even to me, it landed harsh—like, ooh, edgy.
Jia blinked innocently, clueless.
The chat blazed just as I'd predicted.
"Why? LambRibLemonSorbet-nim must've had a girlfriend... or at least at some point!"
"Nope."
"Why? You're so handsome. Ah, no time for girls with your busy schedule!"
"Check the chat..."
"The chat? Suddenly... Ah? Why why why are they freaking out?!"
I gave her a wry smile.
"So... no more streaming, right?"
"Obviously. Viewers made it fun, and yeah, wanna try again... but who'd watch a streamer who went this far with a guy?"
"Then... say whatever. No holds barred."
Streaming didn't suit her anyway.
Better to pamper her bliss in this moment than fret over her channel.
"Alright, let's begin."
I cupped her breasts softly.
"Hnnnnggg..."
A lewd moan escaped her—and the on-screen character.
"J-just... a b-bit... g-gently... scaaaryyy..."
Her coquettish plea drew an involuntary smile from me.
"I was rougher earlier..."
"Th-then I was zoned on dancing. But idle like this, your fingers... breath... I feel it all..."
Time to play my part. The 'safe guy' vibe.
"Slow and steady. Feel it calmly. Easy, yeah?"
"S-so skilled. Bet you've wrecked tons of girls..."
Expectant eyes on me—but I wasn't exactly chill either.
What's next?
Looking back, my favorite lays skewed extreme. Her slaving to please me—or me binding and railing mercilessly.
No hypnosis means no collar walks with Jia.
Closest parallels: romps with secretary Han Seohee or cult leader flings. Even those, I hadn't led aggressively.
"Relax. Savor it slow."
"Eunnghh..."
I spun her from the webcam, eased off her white dress shirt.
Gripes flooded in. I displayed her pale back and shoulders to them, slyly kneading her bare tits.
"Hnght, haaht, th-there... fiiiingerrs... so leeeewd..."
No tit views, but those moans? Her voice was gorgeous—lewd, obscene groans rarer than premium 19+ ASMR.
"Back's rioting. They wanna see that side."
"S-sorry viewers, hnnng... face might look busted, tits jiggling too much, ahhaaang..."
"Wanna show 'em?"
"Y-yeah...? "
Catching her off-guard, I palmed her nipples and faced the cam.
"Haaaaahht!"
"This hides the goods... wait, what the—why's it showing?"
Against my guess, the screen bared Ajia's pink nipples in full glory.
"Hold up. I'm covering—"
"Duh. But why nips on screen... oh."
"Fair point... but it just does."
My hands couldn't mask her real rack.
"O-others don't matter! Just look, LambRibLemonSorbet-nim!"
"Huh?"
"My tits... not weird or anything? Trainee days, they said too big—diet up..."
She twisted sideways, cradling them.
"Gorgeous. Stunning."
I drew her into a tender embrace.
"Average five viewers yesterday... and you're chatting like diehards."
"N-not that low! Hit double digits sometimes!"
"Sure. Respect their takes then? Here's one: 'Quit the sneaky butt grope mid-hug.'"
I massaged her dolphin pants, probing slyly.
"Th-that... don't stop. More please..."
"Where? How?"
"Embarrassing stuff. Risky stuff. Rough enough to nuke my channel forever..."
I hadn't even caressed hard. Just fondled tits, thighs, ass—pacing to chat moods.
Yet her body, already attuned or always had been, burned fever-hot.
"Rough it is."
I dug a finger into the sopping crotch of her dolphin pants.
"Uhhhnnnnggg!"
Jia's moan rang out.