Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 43

 "Oh..."

The man sitting in front of his computer let out a voice of recognition as a notification popped up on his desktop. He set down his coffee mug and clicked the link.

"A live stream from Imai-chan. I can't miss this."

It was a notification from a certain "naughty" live-streaming site. It was an alert that a creator he followed had just started a broadcast. Since it was a live stream, he had to watch it now. He logged into the site and waited for the feed to start.

"I basically only pay the registration fee for this site for Imai-chan. I've gotta watch. ...Though the tipping is starting to add up."

That said, he was a man with a decent income. Throwing tips at "Imai," who didn't even post every day, wasn't exactly a painful expense. In fact, the site he used was one that likely only attracted people with a bit of disposable income. Between the monthly sub and the tipping for favorite streamers, the barrier to entry was quite high for students or low earners. Consequently, the average age of the subscriber base was likely on the higher side.

Not that this man cared about any of that.

"...Any second now." 

"Hi there! Good evening, everyone!"

Just as the man predicted, the screen brightened. Reflected on the monitor was a young girl. Her beautiful black hair was tied into twin tails on either side of her head. Her eyes were large and round, with a slightly drooping shape that was incredibly cute. To avoid being identified, she wore a large mask that covered her nose and mouth, but since most streamers did the same, it didn't bother the viewers. Even with the mask, her cuteness was apparent; "Imai’s" looks were clearly top-tier. If she ever showed her full face, men might throw millions in tips her way, but since there were rumors she was a student, no one could force her. No one wanted to pressure her and risk driving away a precious, young, cute, and erotic girl.

"Whoa, quite a few of you are watching! I didn't give much of a heads-up, so I thought the numbers would be low..."

True enough, a glance at the viewer count bar showed that several hundred people had already gathered. These were Imai’s dedicated fans. He was one of them.

"Well then, let’s start with a status report, shall we? I’d be happy if you just relaxed and chatted with me for a bit!"

With that, Imai began to speak. This was her usual streaming style. She didn't dive straight into the erotic content; she started with casual talk. Since many users registered for the smut, this kind of filler was usually disliked. However, in Imai’s case, her chatter was so lively and amusing that her fans genuinely enjoyed listening. She had a high level of communication skill—or rather, she was incredibly good at talking to people to raise her own standing. She was the type who would be pampered once she entered the workforce. Well, pampered by men, at least; she seemed like the type who might be disliked by other women. Also, the fact that she always delivered the erotic content in the end was a major factor in keeping frustrations low.

While the man mused on this, the chat between Imai and the viewers expanded. It was a typical stream where people typed, and Imai picked out comments that caught her interest. While she never officially stated she was a student, everyone could tell from her choice of words and the way she spoke that she was around that age, and Imai herself seemed to want them to know. It was a sort of unspoken agreement; everyone knew she was young, but if she were too young, the erotic content would be a problem, so everyone just stayed quiet about it.

Knowing that made her stories even more entertaining. Apparently, she had a classmate who was really getting on her nerves lately. Even through the mask, her emotions were incredibly easy to read—Imai was a very expressive person. She rattled off a string of complaints: the guy was crude, he treated her roughly, she didn't like how close he was getting to "someone precious" to her, and lately, he wasn't paying enough attention to her. ...By the end, she sounded less like she hated a classmate and more like a lonely girl upset that her lover wasn't paying attention to her. The man wondered if she actually hated the guy at all.

After that, the conversation mostly centered on school life. When she talked about the girl she was very close with, she sounded incredibly happy—you could practically see the smile through the screen. On the other hand, when she spoke of the "Gorilla"—the classmate she didn't get along with—she visibly furrowed her brows. The viewers enjoyed watching her moods shift like a kaleidoscope until...

"Phew... I feel a bit better now. Thanks for listening!"

Imai waved her hand, adjusting her mask. The tips were already piling up. Despite the site being for erotic content, Imai might be the only one who could make this much money just from talking. Normally, other creators would call it a night after making this much in a single session. But for Imai, the stream was just beginning.

"Alright then... are you ready for... wait, are you actually waiting for it? Well, whatever, let’s do something a little naughty!" 

"There it is!"

The man leaned in, hook, line, and sinker. He immediately utilized the tip system to throw more money her way.

"W-Whoa, isn't the tipping a bit fast? I mean, I'm happy about it, but still..."

There were likely many other men filled with the same expectation as him. Imai looked slightly taken aback.

"Okay, I'll start by slowly loosening up!"

With those words, Imai grabbed the sweater she was wearing and pulled it over her head. No viewer missed the way her voluptuous breasts, encased in a dress shirt, wobbled with the motion. Then, she began to undo her buttons, one by one, slowly and teasingly. Having undone just the top two, the breasts that had been cramped inside were partially revealed. While it wasn't open enough to see her bra yet, a deep cleavage—deep enough to easily bury a finger in—was visible.

"Hehe, the cleavage is deep, isn't it? These are my pride and joy!"

Imai leaned her chest toward the camera boastfully. By pressing her arms against her sides, she made the cleavage even deeper. The man found himself leaning his face closer to the screen. The other viewers were clearly doing the same; the tip amounts were skyrocketing.

"Hm? Hehe, you want to know? I think most of you know already, but they're G-cups! There's probably nobody my age with a set like this, right?"

Imai pressed a finger into the soft flesh. It sank deep... zupupu... and when she let go, the breast wobbled and returned to its perfect shape. The tips spiked again.

"Whoa, more tips... Everyone really does love boobs, don't they? I love them too! The person precious to me has boobs with such a great shape and firmness!"

Imai moved her fingers in a lewd, grasping motion. The "precious person" was a girl, making for a very "Yuri" scene. The man felt like he might throw his entire bank account at the screen if he could actually see that. The chat was flooded with demands to see more of her chest.

"Hmm... so no one is interested in this part?"

Imai picked up the camera. She adjusted the frame to show her soft, plush thighs. Looking at those long, meaty legs extending from her miniskirt was enough to set anyone’s imagination racing. And if one were to look even further up those thighs...

"Whoa... another huge tip... So you like boobs, but you like this too, huh?"

It seemed other viewers were thinking the exact same thing. The man briefly wondered if everyone’s finances were okay, but decided to ignore it.

"Hehe... you want to know what color my panties are today? Today, they're..."

Imai’s cute voice giggled as she read the chat. Currently, the camera wasn't showing her upper body; it was a close-up of her thighs, so her expression was invisible. But from her tone, she was surely wearing a playful smile. She teased the audience by pinching the edge of her miniskirt and fluttering it. It was a "peek-a-boo" tease. The man stared with such intensity his eyes started to feel bloodshot. And then...

"They're red! It’s a pretty bold color, but I think it suits me. I am cute, after all!"

Finally, the camera dove under the skirt. While the lighting was dim and hard to see, the color was indeed red, just as Imai had said. It was a passionate, flashy color—the kind that looks amazing on the right person but disastrous on anyone else. But as Imai said, the passionate, erotic red lingerie looked perfect against her pale skin.

"No way, I'm not wet yet! I'm not that easy!"

Comments asking "Are you wet?" scrolled across the screen. Imai denied it. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but she didn't look wet. With red fabric, it would be obvious if it were soaked.

"Mnh, hff..." 

"...Hm?"

As he waited expectantly, a muffled sound from Imai reached his ears. A sharp exhale through the nose, as if a sound had slipped out by accident... It was a noise he couldn't imagine coming from the usually boisterous girl. The man's expression turned suspicious. Other viewers noticed too; the chat filled with "What happened?"

"Eh? Oh, ah, I'm just playing with my own boobs. That's why I made a sound."

Hot! 

The man's suspicions vanished instantly, replaced by raw lust. Seeing the tip amount jump again, he realized once more how simple men really are. Just imagining a beautiful girl with a body like Imai’s playing with herself was enough to get him hard.

"Of course, I'll show you my boobs later, but I want you to see if I get wet too!"

In response to the chat demanding to see her chest, Imai gave a heartless reply. But it wasn't as if there was no benefit to the viewers. Her thick, meaty thighs—the kind that looked like they'd feel amazing to touch—were writhing and twitching, and the sight of her red panties was incredibly provocative.

Beyond that thin scrap of fabric lay Imai’s "secret place," which surely no one had ever seen. Did she have hair? Yes, almost certainly. Even if she was young, her body was already that of an adult. She had to have hair. How thick was it? Thick? Thin? What did her center look like? Since she likely had no experience, it was probably beautiful and tightly closed. The man felt like he might ejaculate just fantasizing about prying it open with his own member. Would it be tight? Or would it swallow him up with a wet welcome? The stream was a masterpiece, perfectly designed to stoke the audience's fantasies.

"Mnh, chu, jhu, nmph... ❤️"

Consequently, only a very few people caught the sound of those muffled, wet noises from Imai. A spoiled, sweet tone echoed, followed by a feverish sigh.

"Pwah... hah, hah... ❤️"

Her breathing was ragged. Hearing that sweet, heat-laden voice, even these men couldn't miss it.

"Ngh? I-It's nothing, okay?"

When asked in the chat what was going on, she dodged the question. The man was about to press further, but his eyes were caught by the screen and his brain stalled.

The bright red panties. Deep between those thick thighs, in a place that must have been radiating a humid heat. The red panties covering the place where the scent of female musk and sweat was likely concentrated had changed color.

In other words, Imai was so excited and secreting so much arousal that her lingerie was soaked through. The man felt like his head might explode from the sheer weight of the fantasy.

"W-Wet? Am I soaking...? Hey, isn't this your fault?! It's bad if people find out, so stop touching me!"

Since all the viewers were in a frenzy, no one had heard those last words from Imai.

"O-Okay, next I'll show you my boobs!"

With those words, the camera was lifted. The man and the rest of the viewers could feel nothing but pure, unadulterated anticipation.

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