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henya_Y1_sgift.webm
That file. Why did it appear?
It was the 13th of May, 2024. Look it up, and that date wouldn't seem special. But to you? It meant something. Because it meant it had been a full year since she debuted, your favourite streamer, your 'Oshi'; Henya the Genius. And, as is customary for these VTuber anniversaries, tonight was set to be a big celebration for fans and friends alike. A happy day for all involved! Well, maybe all except your wallet. You did fork up a hefty sum to buy all of her anniversary merch after all. Not too surprising though, you've bought all of her merch by now.
So when that file started downloading, you were stumped. There wasn't any kind of voice-pack or soundboard advertised. In fact, it wasn't even an audio file at all. Where you really just buying Henya's merch on a whim now? Spending blindly because of your fandom? You double, tripled-checked over the merch page and sure enough, no video was advertised. At this point you just assumed whatever underpaid intern running the storepage had fucked-up.
"Wouldn't be the first time" you thought aloud. "What the hell?" you say, opening the file. Figuring that the answers to your all questions would be quicker answered by the video itself than with anymore pontificating. Though you never could have possibly guessed the answers that awaited you.
"お...おはよう! I'm Henya...uh, Henya the Genius!" A rather sheepish sounding Henya had appeared on your scream.
Ahh, hearing Henya never failed to give you that warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. You didn't even notice you were already smiling.
"Soooo, if you're watching this, then that means you bought ALL the merch that the VShojo-san released of me..." So that was why the file appeared! This is a bonus for all for the people like you, who had been supporting Henya from day 1.
"...and, uh, I wanted to gives back for all that you guys did to me, for all the support. So I'm gonna do something that...I haven't really done before?" Her voice started to shake. You wish the girl had a bit more self-confidence sometimes. Yeah, you had no idea what this 'something' could be, but you knew it would be good regardless, it's Henya!
"でも! BUT!" She raised her voice attempting to regain some composure, failed by the swirling vortex forming in her eyes. "P-promise me not to share o-or talk about this with anyone else please? 本当に! 本当に! Please do not share this with ANYONE! OK?" You nodded along like a fool to her pleading.
Leaks were common in the VTuber world, but Henya's 'Hen隊' were very protective of her. Other VTuber fans tend to treat their 'Oshis' like a stand-in for a girlfriend or maybe just as a spank bank. But you could never bring yourself to treat Henya like that. You thought of her more as a a friend. Or a helpless daugther. Or a needy little sister. You thought of her as something wholeso-
"W-well, h-h-here I go!" Henya shouted before suddenly standing up...wearing nothing but her underwear. Your eyes nearly bulged out their sockets. If this was an actual livestream, the whole chat would be probably be right there with you.
The black bra that was always visible through her jacket's boob window was now 1 of 2 things keeping her completely out of her birthday suit. Her only other apparell was the matchingly black pair of pants, shockingly tight & small looking for someone usually as chaste as her. It hit you then, this girl was not the sum of her parts. Her visible (if lacking) cleavage, her bare feet, her boney limbs, all things she'd shown on stream. But seeing it all laid bare? That made the neurons in your brain spark up...for a moment.
"ど...どうですか? D-do you like it?" She shuffled in place to try and give the camera a better look, squeeing in embarassment all the way. And those spark were gone. She was clearly out of her depth, beet red & shivering in her skivvies, in an inexperienced attempt at 'Fanservice'. So a different thought crossed your mind: Why the hell was she doing this? You really didn't want to entertain the thought that some VShojo bigwig pressured her into this. But that had to be it! There's no way Henya would do something this lewd of her own volition.
"Ahhhh...I-I'm really not used to this kind of thing..." You could certainly see her...passion, but that still didn't explain why-
"...and Souchou told me that people really appreciates the fanservice!" Goddammit Kson. That explained a lot. Still, it was small comfort. Kson could certainly be bold, but she's also a bit of big sister figure to Henya. She'd never let Henya do something that would acually endanger her career, right?
"Weeell...how about now, I show you all...my BOING-BOING!" proudly exclaimed the most petite women you'd ever seen. Oh no.
"W-what? They are boing-boing! Don't say ぺったん!" Even at her lewdest, she managed to keep the bits going. But now her hands were reaching behind her back, unclipping her bra hooks. If 'Family Friendly' wasn't dead before this, then this was about to be it's public execution. With one last clip the top slipped off. And sure, there wasn't a pair of "boing-boings" hidden beneath. Instead a pretty pair of supple mounds sprung out. Her skinny, sheet white body contrasted well with her B-Cups, and her brown coloured nips that were now hard as diamonds.
But they weren't the only thing 'hard'. You wanted to resist. To tell yourself "this is wrong". It WAS wrong. But maybe...maybe that taboo aspect is what kept you around? It's not like you had to keep watching. VTubing is teeming with girls that'll help you get your rocks off, if that's what you wanted. But maybe you find those girls unappetizing. Maybe, you sought to taste a more...forbidden fruit.
Henya started jumping in place to try and put some bounce in her bags. "See? I DO have a boing-boing, dayo!" She said with a comically fake awkward laugh. It was hard to laugh along with her usual antics given the circumstances. Especially since that bouncing around was already starting to make the NEET sweaty. Shamefully, you felt grateful for her lack of stamina. When she stopped to catch her breath, your eyes were transfixed on the beads of sweat that dripped off her nipples, the trails that travelled from her cleavage down to her belly. While your eyes travelled further down her body, as if on cue, a recharged Henya made her next move.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Henya stood at up to proclaim "I know, some of you Hen隊 prefer the butt stuff, ね? I know, I know..." she finished with a squeeky laugh, bordering on her famous kettle noise. It defied belief, but it truly seemed like she was starting to get comfortable with this. As were you. Half-mindedly, your hand had found it's way to your cock. A cock that was aching for touch. And you complied. That voice that told you not to lewd Henya, to think of her as "just a friend" had grown tiny, infinitesimal compared to a growing voice emerging. A more primal, uncontainable voice.
And as Henya spun around on her heels, her tight and smooth hafu ass came into frame. When her already tiny panties combined with the accumulated sweat it made her bottoms wedge right up her taint, looking like a makeshift T-back. Her backside was definitely her "American side". It was perfectly shaped too. Fit enough from her workouts, fat enough from her love of Reeces'. A bubble butt for a bubble girl.
"Ta-daaaah! My お尻! Butt dayo!" she beamed, sounding quite proud of the 'show' she was putting on. As she should. Henya's chat loved to tease her about her chest size, or lack thereof. But man, those chatters would hold their breath if they saw what you saw. This whole time, her "boing-boing" was just out of sight. But the "boing-boing" was only just getting started. Henya started to bounce in place again, practically shaking her ass, and seeing it all in motion amplified her features tenfold. Calling it a "nice butt" wouldn't be wrong, but it's almost too decent, too humane for where your headspace was. To you; it was just a jiggly, wobbling, fuckable ton of meat.
As Henya's jumping speed picked up, so did yours. Maybe a more 'experienced' girl than her would have started twerking, or at least shaking their hips a bit more rhytmically, but you didn't care. For what it was worth, even in this utterly depraved scenario, Henya still carried an air of innocuousness. Like she still hadn't quite grasped the effect this would have on people. Not like you were concerned for her feelings anymore. You had been mindlessly stroking your cock to your "wholesome" Oshi for a minute now. All your reservations had been blown out, crushed under the weight of pure, carnal desires. A beast of lust. That's all you were.
Meanwhile, Henya was still turning the heat up. Until the fumes ran out. Her hikkikomori lifestyle had left her so out of shape, anything above a brisk walk was enough to cake her in sweat. Factor in that she was recording from humid soundproof booth and her rising tempo, something had to give. But before she burned out completely, your ears were hit with an intense new sound. Clap clap clap. The sweat had built up so fast that it coated Henay in a thick layer of it. Clap clap clap. So viscous you could mistake it for a sheet of oil. Clap clap clap. And so Henya's ass shaking had evolved into ass clapping. Her soaking cheeks smacking together formed an egregious chorus of degenerate sounds. You reached your limit. As did Henya.
"KYAAAAA~" squeeled a familiar kettle noise. Henya stopped her movement, a mix of fatigue and shame, at least whatever was left of it. "...恥ずかし..." mumbling some words of embarassment through staggered breaths, and for a moment she idled. It seemed the show was over. It definitely was for you. That last display finished you off, leaving you to marvel at the strings of ropey cum lashed over your keyboard, your pants, your hand...and then reached clarity.
"What the fuck..." you blustered out. Your stomach dropped. The girl you had been watching for a full year, the one you supported at every step of the way. The cute, innocent & kind streamer you followed since day 1. "Like a friend" or "a needy sister", that's how you thought of her. And you used her like a spank bank.
And as for her? She was acting like a common camgirl. Not entertaining thousands with her chats and humor, but pleasing a set few with her tits and ass. How were you supposed to feel about her? Disgusted? Ashamed? Aroused? No, none of those sat right. You wrestled with these conflicting emotions, toiling away in your head, in your heart, in your guts...
Then Henya stripped her panties off. And that beast was roused again.
Rather than mull over your doubts, you stopped thinking and left all the decision making to that head, which your hand rested on once more. A part of you still knew, for sure. That seeing your Oshi's whole bakery on display felt 'wrong'...but man, it felt good.
"Eh-heh, should I have taken the pantsu off sooner? Sorry! ごめんね!" She said looking over her shoulder, with a wink and a smile. Such a cute face, mounted on an absurdly erotic body. Now stood there, in her birthday suit proper, with an angle that displayed both of the goods. Your eyes traced her whole body over. Those big gold eyes that still seemed to innocent. That gaunt, not-at-all sunkissed little body that even you would have no trouble manhandling. Her svelte bossom that was begging to be teased and played with. That supreme ass that seemed to ripple with even the slightest movement. And her cute feet, with toenails painted fittingly lavender. All topped off with a sweet glazing of sticky sweat. There was only one meal missing from this eye feast. One little turn to the right, that was all you were waiting for. The last hurdle before her whole sex was laid bare before you.
"So, did you guys enjoy this?" Unfortunately, the video was coming to a close. Still looking over her shoulder, Henya continued "I know this was probably...a little unexpected...but I really wanted to try somethings special for you guys that showed a lot of support, dayo!" You couldn't help but feel a bit blueballed here, like you'd stalled right before the finish line. Luckily, Henya did as she always does; and brings you a ray of hope in trying times.
"And who knows...m-maybe we can do something like this again someday, ね?" With a last wave, she signed off "Bye bye! Bah-bye, Bah-bye!"
'henya_Y1_sgift.webm' ended.
That file.
When it first appeared, you had a myriad of questions. As you went through that video, every answered question only spawned a dozen more in your head. Even now, somethings just don't sit right with you, some feelings don't sit right with you. But the were was one thing you could say about that video, with absolute certainty. You were going to watch it again. Every. Single. Day.