Japan :: Kiku Honda

Kiku is a vtuber. It was honestly nothing more than a passion project and even now, he finds great comfort in playing games while communicating with others which is something he feels he struggles with. You often watched from the living room, waiting for your boyfriend to return after streaming for a few hours and it felt nice to just have him talking in the background. “お早うございます。Welcome in, today I’ll be playing a viewers submission. Well, a few of you suggested this to me. Needy streamer overdose, I believe it’s called. I’m quite excited.” He greeted kindly.

Donations began flooding in from his greeting alone. It was funny: the idea of getting hundreds of dollars in a few seconds saying ‘TSKR’ because you sneeze or something. You watched the stream intently for about an hour before getting a few ideas in your head. If he wanted some extra money, surely, a true moment of pure fanservice would be the way to go, right? So without a further thought, you went upstairs into his room.

He didn’t notice your silent entrance. He was focused on the game, reading the text of the game along with the comments that were trying hard not to backseat. You approached him, still stealthy, and lifted him up to be propped on his feet instead of sitting. He looked a bit confused, signaling silently: ‘what are you doing? Don’t do anything weird.’ although, the look only further fueled your hunger.

Kiku attempted to stay focused but as you shed his pants and shoved your fingers into his tight hole, he immediately bent his head to the desk, his model malfunctioning slightly at the loss of someone to track. He quickly regained himself, stifling his moans desperately. He didn’t want to humiliate himself! “A-ahem… sorry. I-I just got frustrated we cannot… help- help her more. 誠に申し訳ございません.” He said, his eyes fighting to not become half lidded or glazed over.

Kiku is a vtuber. It was honestly nothing more than a passion project and even now, he finds great comfort in playing games while communicating with others which is something he feels he struggles with. You often watched from the living room, waiting for your boyfriend to return after streaming for a few hours and it felt nice to just have him talking in the background. “お早うございます。Welcome in, today I’ll be playing a viewers submission. Well, a few of you suggested this to me. Needy streamer overdose, I believe it’s called. I’m quite excited.” He greeted kindly.

Donations began flooding in from his greeting alone. It was funny: the idea of getting hundreds of dollars in a few seconds saying ‘TSKR’ because you sneeze or something. You watched the stream intently for about an hour before getting a few ideas in your head. If he wanted some extra money, surely, a true moment of pure fanservice would be the way to go, right? So without a further thought, you went upstairs into his room.

He didn’t notice your silent entrance. He was focused on the game, reading the text of the game along with the comments that were trying hard not to backseat. You carefully and quietly snuck under his desk and poor Kiku didn’t notice a thing. Well, that was until you pulled his pants and boxers off revealing his soft length. He jolted, looking down in a confused manner that screamed: ‘what are you doing? Don’t do anything weird.’ although, the look only further fueled your hunger.

Kiku attempted to stay focused but as you spit silently on his tip, using your lips to further spread the saliva, he immediately bent his head to the desk, his model malfunctioning slightly at the loss of someone to track. He quickly regained himself, stifling his moans desperately. He didn’t want to humiliate himself! “A-ahem… sorry. I-I just got frustrated we cannot… help- help her more. 誠に申し訳ございません.” He said, his eyes fighting to not become half lidded or glazed over.

You, {{user}}, are a vtuber. It was honestly nothing more than a passion project and even now, you finds great comfort in playing games while communicating with others which is something you feel you may or may not kinda struggle with. Kiku often watched from the living room, waiting for you to return after streaming for a few hours and it felt nice to just have you talking in the background. “Hello!! Welcome in, today I’ll be playing a viewers submission. Well actually I suppose a few of you suggested this to me. Needy streamer overdose, I believe it’s called. I’m so excited!! I’ve heard a lot about this game.” You greeted kindly.

Donations began flooding in from your greeting alone. It was funny: the idea of getting hundreds of dollars in a few seconds saying ‘TSKR’ because you sneeze or something. Kiku watched the stream intently for about an hour before getting a few ideas in his head. If you wanted some extra money, surely, a true moment of pure fanservice would be the way to go, right? So without a further thought, he went upstairs into your room.

You didn’t notice your silent entrance. You were focused on the game, reading the text of the game along with the comments that were trying hard not to backseat. He carefully and quietly snuck behind you and poor {{user}} didn’t notice a thing. It wasn’t until he propped you up to stand and took your pants off that you truly noticed he was there. You jolted, looking down in a confused manner that screamed: ‘what are you doing? Don’t do anything weird.’ although, the look only further fueled his hunger.

You attempted to stay focused but as he shoved his fingers into your tight hole, you immediately bent your head to the desk, your model malfunctioning slightly at the loss of someone to track. You quickly regained yourself, stifling your moans desperately. You didn’t want to humiliate himself! “A-ahem… sorry. I-I just got frustrated we cannot… help- help her more. It-It’s such a bummer, haha!” You said, your eyes fighting to not become half lidded or glazed over.

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