Cock-Nipple Idol After-Sales Service + Delinquents Until Life-Ending Ruin + VTuber 19+ Pussy Burger Status Check

After checking the status of the cock-nipple idol, the delinquents facing total ruin, and the VTuber's descent into 19+ pussy burger territory, my next stop was, naturally, Kanon's house.

'This is the right order, right?'

Kanon, who'd been modded with cock nipples by me and then exposed them during her birthday live stream. She'd even revealed her nipple piercings wrapped in condoms right in front of her fans. I was dying to know what kind of life she was living now.

'That big-spender bro's probably curious too.'

"Alright then... Non-Projection Teleport!"

I cast Non-Projection Teleport right away. And layered on Invisibility for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠good measure. Thanks to that, I slipped into her house without being spotted.

"...Ho ho."

'So this is Kanon's place.'

As a world-class artist, her home was insanely nice. There was a display case full of awards, tons of shoes and bags—reeking of serious wealth.

'Kanon... probably in the bath?'

The real Kanon seemed to be bathing; I could hear faint water sounds echoing from afar. Perfect timing. I'd snoop around while she was washing up.

'How the hell does she wear a bra with those?'

Slipping a bra over those cock nipples would press right on them, triggering instant climax. I wondered what solution she'd found in the few in-game days since I fast-forwarded time.

Curiosity piqued, I kept rummaging. All I found was a single packet of ointment.

"Ho ho."

She must've gone to the hospital for a consult. "My nipples are so hypersensitive I can't even wear underwear—save me!" Picturing her lifting her shirt in front of the doc to show off those stiff cock nipples cracked me up.

But did it even work?

'No way.'

Just from the barely-touched tube, I could tell. The moment she tried applying it, her hypersensitive nipples probably screamed in ecstasy, climaxing on contact.

In other words, right now Kanon was...

'Probably naked even at home.'

"...This is a bit."

Damn, feeling kinda guilty now. At first I thought she was a total bitch, but after the delinquents and the fox spirit stuff, she seemed kinda innocent.

'Gotta ease up on her a little.'

I glanced at the crumpled bra tossed in the trash—probably tried wearing it and gave up. Then I headed straight for the bathroom.

To make her bath a bit more comfortable, at least. Not that I planned to fix those pervert cock nipples... but daily life was daily life.

Slide—!!!

I flung open the bathroom door and stepped in. I'd expected Kanon to freak out and yell "Who's there?", but surprisingly, no reaction.

"Hic, hnggh...."

"...?"

She's crying in the bath. While occasionally glancing at her own cock nipples. Hm, what's up with that?

Curious, I checked her phone.

'...Oof.'

Hammered by hate DMs. Classic Japanese bullying—'Land of the Rising Sun' origins holding strong.

"Hic... I'm not like this... no one believes meee...."

She looked ready to skip lunch and mope, but who am I? The guy with top-tier after-sales service.

I dropped Invisibility in one go.

"Yo, Kanon."

"Hnggh... Hiiieeeeek!!!!?"

Splash—!!!

Kanon freaked, scrambling back. Hot spring water splashed everywhere, and

"Hic, nghhh♡ N-nippless♡"

her cock nipples slapping the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠water triggered a squirting climax from her pussy.

I ignored it completely.

"I'm the Revenge Proxy Fairy."

"Hic... Huh?! You're the one!!?"

"Yes, I am."

Thanks to the setting change, she wouldn't remember me, so I flashed an easy identity first.

"Then the bastard who did this to me..."

"Nah, can't. That was my partner's doing."

"...Partner?"

"Anyway, you looked so pitiful I came to help."

I started sweet-talking her gently. She was wary at first, but soon melted under my charms.

"Everyone's hating on you over that incident, right?"

"...Yeah. I'll never be able to go outside again."

"Why think like that? Someone else went through a similar scandal and became a legendary artist."

You're not the only one with a nipple exposure mishap. In some country, a musician pulled the same stunt in front of 100 million viewers and still thrives.

"But that person's different from me..."

"You're a musician too, right? Prove it with your music. The public will come around."

I brought up a hip-hop artist who'd suddenly gone live in Korea after years away. Dude caused massive controversy, seemed done for, then dropped a classic album and bounced back. Kanon could totally do the same.

"Got it? Just focus on music. No need to get hurt over this hate."

"......"

But for some reason, Kanon wouldn't speak up.

"I've thought of that... but it's impossible."

"Why?"

"That partner of yours—or whoever—turned my nipples into this... I can't even leave the studio for work, let alone perform..."

"Hm."

The nipples were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the issue, huh. Yeah, constant climaxes were a bit much. She had her own grievances.

"Don't worry. I'll fix it."

"...For real!?"

"Yeah. But in exchange..."

* * *

A moment later.

"I-is this... really it...?"

"Yep, that's it."

Kanon, bawling with condoms dangling all over her cock nipples. I grinned and gave a thumbs up.

Exactly as I'd planned.

"Feel that? Rub 'em all you want now—no problem."

"It does feel that way, but..."

Still, Kanon looked like she had something to say. I nodded for her to go ahead.

"Does it have to be condoms...? And filled with a guy's, um, cum...?"

"Yep. Partner's curse is strong— this is a workaround."

"But walking around with these..."

She pouted, all aggrieved. Fair points: better than nothing, but daily cum stench wafting up. Bra would trap the scent in her cleavage forever, etc. She listed a ton of complaints, but

'Not my problem.'

"Don't spray people with bear mace anymore. Use polite speech unless you're real close."

I brushed it off and said goodbye.

From now on, Kanon would hustle back to relevance, cum-stinking condoms tied to her cock nipples. Her pics and vids might never vanish, but she'd recover her honor someday. Live strong.

"W-wait! At least the cum..."

"Non-Projection Teleport!!"

Business done—outta there.

Next up: delinquent girls' status check.

-Slurp.

"P-please, any model gig... anything..."

"Tough sell. Can't wear padding, gotta show those tits clear as day—who'd cast you?"

"It's... circumstances..."

First, uneven-tits girl. As expected, struggling to land modeling gigs. Looked pathetic, one tit flopping out in front of directors.

'She's fine... next, outdoor-piss girl.'

Second check: the delinquent who had to declare herself a sow and piss publicly. Surprisingly, she was thriving.

-Trickle-trickle.

"Sow Ayaka♡ Cumming, I'm cummiiing♡♡"

"...??"

Delinquent girl in an alley, spreading her pussy to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠piss. Two suited guys stood nearby.

"Did you hear something...?"

"Nothing at all."

"Definitely 'sow' something."

"You heard zilch."

The suits were paying off passersby who'd heard the noise. Now I got it.

'Ah, hired some accomplices?'

Nice house, apparently. Instead of suffering alone, she'd straight-up recruited bodyguards for her exposure play.

Wondered how she convinced them without spilling the curse...

"Th-thank you...♡"

"...You should quit this hobby. Cops catch you, you're done."

"I-I can't help it...♡ I love it too much...♡"

She'd played it off as her kink... not entirely acting, probably. Orgasms every piss must've warped her tastes.

I watched the now fully perverted exposure slut with satisfaction.

'Was gonna add more conditions... but this'll do.'

She'd corrupt herself from here. Hiring guards wasn't enough—she'd keep going till her piss-climax vids leaked and ended her life. Heartwarming.

I turned away satisfied.

'Last one's futanari delinquent...'

"Nah, pass."

Skipped the final delinquent. Still haunted by the sis-con bros begging for more futa content in comments.

Instead, teleported to my Day 2 fave pussy.

'Wonder what Miru's up to. Peek with Invis?'

Not like she had much "status"—just wanted to see her. Wasn't expecting lewdness, but...

"Hii, haa...♡ How's this? Believe Miru has huge tits now?"

"...?"

What's this? Masturbating. During a stream.

Curious, I checked the stream screen. Insane title jumped out.

"...Ah."

She'd pivoted her streams that way? Made sense—I'd encouraged sex talk during her broadcast. Not shocked, but why masturbate?

'Aha.'

Post-cock tasting, she'd gotten masturbation addicted. Couldn't forget my dick, so relieving it like this on stream. So...

Adorably lewd. Couldn't help smiling.

"Pfft."

"...Fairy-sama!?"

She heard my chuckle, muted frantically, and scanned around. Looking for invisible me.

"Fairy-sama, you here?! It's Miru!!"

"......"

"I practiced sex hard for Fairy-sama!! I'll serve you again today!!"

Begging to get her pussy stuffed again was hot as hell, but...

'Sorry.'

I turned away without hesitation. Day 3 had its own pussies to claim.

'Sick of Japan, so this time...'