Your mouse hovers over the microphone button and you unmute yourself.

“Ok - I’ll add that to the list of servers for patching during the next window.”

You mute yourself again as the other members of the team continue their discussion. Looking back, it’s sort of a miracle that you landed this position at Cover with no insider help and limited lines on your resume, but the head of the department seemed to like your can-do attitude and you passed the exam with flying colors. Of course, part of the allure of applying was to get close to your idols, the vtubers that enraptured you so strongly and gave you so much joy. But the pay was mediocre, and with a small team the hours were long and on occasion you would be up all night. Typical IT guy stuff.

But of course, that was just before the pandemic hit and the office basically closed down, forcing you to work from home ever since, so you didn’t have too many chances to bump into any of the girls.

Well.. except…

You unmute yourself again.

“Very cool, thanks everyone, good work today. We’ll catch up again soon.” You wave into the camera and so do the other participants, ending the call with a bow. You hit the disconnect button, make sure the app is completely closed, then slump backwards into the sofa cushion and yank your headset off.

“Aaaaah… I hate meetings.” You complain out loud as you look up at the ceiling. “Dilbert is right; I should get a doctor’s note saying I have a chronic case of Meeting Narcolepsy…” You shake your head, trying to jolt yourself awake.

Looking at the clock, you realize you have about half an hour before your next meeting. “Ok, let’s put in some work before another snoozefest.” You bust out the text editor, crack your knuckles and pick up where you left off on that pentesting script you had been working on.

Your apartment was not that impressive - of course, with your salary and the location, it’s the best you can afford; but it’s cozy. For a lack of a better spot to set up shop, you bought an adjustable desk, slapped some wheels on it, and used your three-seat couch as your workspace. Add a clamp-on stand and a pair of monitors and you can work on this baby anywhere.

A few minutes go by as you’re typing away on your keyboard before you hear some activity from the bedroom. You shift your eyes for a second and look that way. “Oh, someone’s awake.”

Nobody would be there if not for an unlikely but fateful encounter about a half a year back. Your boss called you at 3 in the morning and told you there’s a problem; your mind goes straight to wondering about database failures or ransomware attacks but… nothing like that. It seems like one of the girls is having computer problems just before a big collab and he knew you were close by. Your first thought was “What the fuck, I’m desktop support now?”, but then again, IT guy problems. Still, part of you was sort of excited to meet whoever it was, but also quite nervous because, honestly, Hololive had quite a collection of personalities and some of the girls would probably feel more than awkward around a guy, alone, at 3 in the morning. But your fears are more or less dispelled when he tells you the one needing help is Nekomata Okayu. She always seemed like one of the more extroverted ones, and her relaxed personality made you less anxious too.

When you arrived, the first contact was quite awkward as expected. But as you ask questions about her issues and rush to get her streaming PC back up and running, going as far as running back home for a spare part out of your own computer, the tension melted away. As a gesture of thanks and thoughtfulness, she had brewed you some fresh coffee, even as she chugged an energy drink. Even her cat seemed to warm up to you, though Okayu made sure to dash your animal whisperer aspirations by saying Temari was friends with everyone… except, ironically, Korone.

After you were done she was back up and running and quite happy about it. It was an important event after all and missing it would disappoint her fans. You’re happy to help, and happier that she seemed so thankful. What surprised you is that Okayu was quite firm on asking for your Line contact before you left. Over the next few weeks she reached out for help with small problems, easy things you could answer for her over the phone. She had problems with her merch and you adjusted things in the back-end to fix the site for her. And one day you found yourself at a coffee shop with the comfy cat, who had dragged you there under the pretext of a problem with her personal device that turned out to be nothing at all. And then it hit you that what that really was… was a date.

Things naturally progressed from there and, well…

Okayu emerges from the bedroom, her silky, short purple hair a complete mess and her eyes half closed. “Ohayou... “ She greets you in this lazy, husky, low morning voice that no longer surprises you as it did the first time you heard it. She drags her feet as she makes her way to the fridge, slow as molasses, gets a bottle of water and takes a big sip. She clears her throat, bends over the countertop and stretches her body forward, hands extended as far as they go and her purple tail standing straight up. “Hnnnhhh…” She vocalizes as her muscles and tendons extend and stretch.

You smile, looking at the clock. “Okayu, it’s 2 in the afternoon.”

“That early? Aw…” You can see her grimace. You chuckle.

You continue your work as she wraps up her morning routine of drinking some water, opening up the fridge, scanning it, closing it, then making her way to you.

The catgirl sits next to you and quickly sticks her head between you and your monitor. “Oh, Anon, what are you working on?” This always makes you anxious, and you gently push her away.

“Shh, I keep telling you to not do that. What if I’m on a call, the camera is on and someone catches you here?” You pet her hair, much to her pleasure, while also pushing her off to the side.

“It’s okay, I can pick up if the mic is on.” She looks at you with that silly, lazy catty smile on her lips. Wiggling her cat ears, she continues. “What do you think these are for? Neeeh?”

That last part tugs on your heart strings. Out of all her mannerisms that was the one you loved the most; that elongated, soft “Nee” of hers. It was hard to get mad at this cat, and even harder to stay mad - even when she pulled pranks or gave backhanded comments at the most inopportune of times.

“Just be careful. Imagine the scandal that would be… I’d definitely lose my job, you know?” You swallow hard. “O-or my life…” You think of Korone.

Okayu chuckles as she scoots over next to you. Resting the side of her head on your shoulder, she yawns, rubs her cheek against you and closes her eyes again. “Okay, okay… I won’t do that anymore.” She chuckles in that endearing way only she can, and spends a minute or so lazing around against you until the constant arm movements from your typing get in the way of her nap. “Mmmh…” She lets out a soft grunt as she allows her weight to fall sideways on top of you. After sliding down and a bit of adjusting, the back of Okayu’s head lays on your lap and her back rests comfortably on the sofa.

Her arms cross over her exposed stomach, only wearing her usual hoodie, white cotton panties and socks. That was the kind of person Nekomata Okayu was. Though you couldn’t really say much to her, as you had been sitting there working all day wearing a nice dress shirt for the camera… and boxers.  

“Anon, can you pet my head?” She asks, keeping her eyes closed.

You sigh, finding it hard to deny her. “Just for a bit, okay?” You stop what you’re doing to caress the top of her head, run your fingers through her silky hair in an attempt to tidy it up a little, and on occasion scratch her behind the ears.

“Nyaaah.” She’s quite fond of ear scratches, so you spoil her for as long as you can.

“Okay, satisfied?”

“Hmmn.” She vocalizes positively and you return to work. But it doesn’t take long for her voice to come out again. ‘Anon, can you pet my belly?” You blush slightly as you look down at her exposed midriff, and catch a glimpse of her self-satisfied smile.

You sigh, pulling away from the keyboard again to place your palm over her stomach and softly scratch at her with the tips of your fingers. Though by now you had crossed paths with most of the other Hololive girls, Okayu was the most plump. Not a difficult feat when some of them were borderline anorexic and with diets that consisted of only sugar and whatever was on the front page of the Ubereats app. Still, your hand found a bit of cushioning instead of being met by pure muscle and bone - and for your tastes, she was perfect just like this.

A good five minutes go by as you spend an unscheduled break spoiling your girlfriend-slash-resident-housecat, her satisfied tail slapping the sofa cushions as you scratch her midriff, belly button and lower abdomen.

“Neeh, can you pet me here too?” The trickster cat diverts your attention back down, only to see that she had pulled her hoodie up to expose not just her ribs but also the underside of her medium-sized breasts, the pressure of the cloth squishing them nicely against her body.

Your face turns bright red now and you lift your hand away from her. Okayu laughs at your reaction before she lowers the hoodie back down, at least enough to cover her boobs. “Hahaha… Anon, you’re so funny.”

You look away and back at your monitors, brows furrowed. She always likes to get reactions like those out of you. “Come on now, I have work to do, okay?”

You look back at the screens and chase your cursor to remind you of where you stopped. The train of thought returns to you and you continue to type on your keyboard, each line of code being read twice-over for mistakes; you would do a few test-runs before deploying it, of course and - “Woaaaah?!”

It’s then you notice the catgirl had turned her head your way and managed to sneak her face under your buttoned shirt. The warm puffs of air out of her nostrils whip against the bare skin of your abs, a sign that she was really quite close. Okayu’s tail taps excitedly against the sofa again and the tip of her nose presses against your stomach, making your muscles contract at the sudden touch.

“Sniff sniff… Ooh…” Okayu vocalizes some surprise after giving you a quick smell test. She then presses her nose deeply against you and inhales, making you jump in your seat. “Ahh, I see, I see.” She continues. “Anon, you didn’t take a shower yet, huh?” Okayu’s face peeks from under your shirt to lock eyes with you, a smug smile on her lips.

You tilt your head back over the cushion again. You sigh. “Whose fault do you think that was? Somebody showed up last night at 11 PM, said she ‘Came over to play’, rode me for two hours, asked for scrambled eggs then played games on my PC until God knows when after I went to sleep.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I barely had time to change shirts and wash my face before my stand-ups this morning, you know?”

Your girlfriend chuckles. “Ah I see… Sorry, sorry.” She sniffs you again, closing her eyes as her ears twitch. “I don’t hate it though…Smells manly, and of a little bit of sweat.”

You blush again. It was hard to know when she was being honest or just messing with you, but her tone of voice fell into the ambiguous category.

Over the next few minutes you tried to concentrate on your work as the catgirl parked her nose inches below your belly button and each and every breath she takes glides against your skin, breezy as it goes in and warm and humid as it comes out. “O-Okayu, aren’t you bored of that?”

“Nooo~pe.” She responds playfully, nuzzling your belly again.

At this point you have given up doing any work that involves concentration and actual brain power… so you turn to answering emails instead. “Please submit a ticket. Send. Wrong department. Send. What do you mean someone signed up on our website with ‘Sir this is a Wendy’s’ as their name and it broke the webform? Send. “ And this goes on for a bit longer, Okayu apparently quite satisfied in drowning in your scent down below. Your eyes take a peek at her body, her pale bare legs extending out past the armrest as her tail still sways rhythmically back and forth. All this skinship was starting to get to you.

“Hoh?” Okayu’s tone of surprise comes out. Again she peeks out from under your shirt and shows you a half smile, eyes open halfway. She then gently rubs her head back and forth on your lap, her hair acting as a fluffy cushion.

“Crap.” You thought as it had become obvious that your penis began to react to all her teasing and began to stiffen as blood pools in the area. Her awkward head massage didn’t help keep it down either, the very thin fabric of your underwear doing very little to shield your sensitive skin from her prickly strands of hair. “It’s just a natural reaction, okay?” You excuse yourself, but the cat’s grin grows wider.

Okayu shifts on the sofa, now lying peacefully on her side. Her head slides further down your thighs, leaving a bit more space between her face and your stomach. Her tail now wags excitedly as her eyes focus on the clothed bulge that you now sport. “I see, so you like these kinds of things, Anon.”

“Natural reaction!” You protest, but can’t deny that it was pretty hot of her to get drunk on your less than stellar body odor.

Okayu shifts her head lower still, burying her face on your crotch. “Whoah!” You jump again as the sensation of her nose docking with the area where your shaft and sack meet; even over the fabric, it sends a jolt of electricity up your spine. Holding nothing back, the girl takes a long whiff of your musk: a mix of a day’s worth of sweat, mixed fluids both yours and hers after hours of vigorous sex and your own natural male pheromones all running up her nostrils and into her lungs, overwhelming her heightened senses and making her ears twitch wildly. For the first time, Okayu’s expression is somewhat stoic if not for the heavy blush in her cheeks.

Seemingly, a single whiff was enough for her and she pulled back. “Wah, Anon… You really do need a shower after all.” She grins.

You steady your breathing, trying your best to not get caught in her pace. “I will, I will, as soon as I’m done working, okay? N-now can I get back to it? I have deliverables, you know...”

Okayu’s expression does its best to hide her mischievousness. “Sure, sure…”

You sigh in relief. Looking at the clock again, just in time, too - the next meeting is about to start. You put on your headset again and look down at her. “Okayu, I have another meeting to go to, okay? Can you hide in the room until I’m done at least?”

The catgirl stretches her body, but relaxes back again exactly where she lies. “It’s okay, I won’t bother you I promise. And I won’t show myself either.” Her eyes meet yours and she smiles. “Neeeh?”

There it was, the voice you couldn’t say no to. “Okay but don’t make any noises okay?” She simply nods.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong… The sound of your dialing into your meeting blares through the speakers, but as soon as you’re dialed in it’s all contained within your headset. The other participants all begin with a short bow, and the meeting commences.

“So everyone, figured we’d get together for a few minutes to go over the postmortem of the HoloGra storage unit and - Gaaah!” You jump in place, and so do some of your coworkers in the meeting at your sudden outburst. Your panicked eyes look down - Okayu had a smile that ran from ear to ear, only interrupted by your half-stiff member that she now held between her lips. Thinking fast, you laugh it off. “Haha, sorry guys, my cat just decided that was a good time to bite me in the leg… She’s been a little moody.”

A soft “Nyaaan.” leaves Okayu’s mouth and you’re sure it’s picked up by the microphone as the meeting participants laugh it off with you, although it takes everything you have to maintain your composure.

Your girlfriend seemed intent on tormenting you the entire length of this meeting, and you had to prepare yourself for that possibility.

For the first time, Okayu uses her hand for assistance as she hooks onto the slit in your underwear, opens it wide enough to slide her thumb under your sack and expose it to the air - your entire male anatomy now in full view. You put forth your best poker face as her hot breaths against your wrinkly skin make all your pores stand at attention, goosebumps rocking your body.

She gently spits out your half-erect saliva-coated shaft and brings her nose to your balls, giving your pearls another round of whiffs and sniffs, pressing herself in far enough that her cute nose disappears inside the wrinkly skin. “Haah…” You can hear Okayu’s soft but sweet moan as she takes in the smells, quickly running to hit that mute button so the sound doesn’t leave this room. The sensation becomes stronger still as her face pulls back just enough that your testicle finds a new home resting under your girlfriend’s hot, wet and moist tongue.

The roughness of the surface aside, the feeling of having Okayu gently lap on your testicles is incredible. She’s gentle and allows for plenty of saliva to coat your skin all over, making it even easier to glide her tongue and, later, her lips around the surface as she begins to plant short kisses on your skin that eventually morph into closing her lips over small sections of your flesh and stretching it out until it pops free.

The cat’s mouth opens wide and through a bit of suction, she takes one of your balls fully within her lips. You grimace on camera, closing your hands tightly into fists and trying to think of anything other than the incredible wetness of her mouth fully wrapped around one of your baby factories, lazily licking you from within. Okayu’s nose remains firmly pressed against your groin, and while her mouth is preoccupied her nose continues to take in your smell. “Puhah…” She spits you out with a popping noise, all the saliva accumulated in her mouth drooling out the corner of her lips and onto your thighs. By now her cheek was nice and wet, locks of her own hair glued to her face.

Not soon after however, you feel your girlfriend’s tongue hook under your half-erect mast, guiding your tip to be within her lips. If not for being on camera, you’re sure you would be standing at full attention now with perhaps the stiffest erection of your life; but the preoccupation of running a business meeting while also not giving it away that you were being fellated by one of the idols of the very company you worked for was enough of a distraction/terror that you couldn’t unleash it all.

Still, that didn’t get in the way of the lazy, prankster cat on your lap. Okayu’s lips form a nice seal around your shaft and she bobs her head back and forth, slurping more and more of your cock inside until her lips kiss the very base of your groin. She adds a bit of suction, then lets the seal pop, only to do this a few more times just for fun. With her textured tongue, she licks you with force, running it all the way from the base to the very tip of your still-hooded glans, pressing your soft member against the roof of her mouth before doing the opposite - using the underside of her organ to push you under and playfully grind you against her bottom teeth. Her pronounced canine scratches you lightly, something you have a hard time not reacting to.

“Ouch!” You yelp out, a blush in your cheeks at the embarrassment of having your coworkers all stare at you again. “H-haha, sorry everyone… Next time she goes in the crate.” You leer down at a very smug Okayu who had not stopped nursing you for even a second. “W-what? Oh, no - I’ll show her on camera next time, she already ran out the room.” You sigh, another close one avoided.

The cat continues with her mission, now nearly spitting you out completely and only leaving your tip jailed between her lips, which playfully chew on your rubbery cockhead. Peeking through her lips though is the edge of her tongue that wedges between your glans and foreskin, and with another head movement she unhoods your crown completely. You hold back a moan as her textured tongue grazes against your exposed underside and highly-sensitive frenulum. Your hips buck when she goes over that spot - so of course, that’s where she decides to focus her attention on.

At this point it truly becomes difficult to maintain your composure, and the meeting begins to feel less and less important to your monkey brain. And as such, more and more blood flows into your privates, much to the satisfaction of your torturer, who chuckles as she feels you grow a size or two inside her mouth. Okayu spits you out, this time leaving your cock resting on her cheek as her lips connect with your sack again. She nibbles at the skin, licks the underside and again pops a testicle into her mouth, all the while her limited movements cause your underside to grind pleasurably against the smooth skin of her face.

Whenever Okayu feels that your cock has gotten too hard, she grows colder, retreating to sniffing and applying gentle kisses around your privates. And once you soften up enough, she again takes your member into her mouth to play with all the same spots all over again. This time, she softly bites your foreskin and unhoods your glans once again, the tip of her tongue tracing against all the wrinkles left behind and cleaning every nook and cranny hidden between the folds. Finding it fun to play with the excess skin on your dick, she uses some suction to pull it back over the head only to again push it backwards with her lips.

Again, you begin to tilt more towards fully erect than not and Okayu pulls away once again. She closes her eyes while her lips caress your softening cockhead with slow strokes - going over your crown and stretching you out through suction, then letting you go with a pop.

At this point beads of sweat run down your forehead and oftentimes you slur your words despite trying to let the other members talk as much as possible even if their contributions keep leading everyone back in a circle. It’s not exactly easy to try to parse complicated logs and match them with alert messages to try and pinpoint when a piece of equipment failed and how nobody knew about it until years of video files were lost in a puff of smoke. It was now forty-five minutes since this meeting had started, you hadn’t gotten anywhere.

“O-okay everyone. I think, hah. I think we can break here for today. Got some good ideas and things we can improve on. No point dwelling on the past haha, let’s just do our best from here on out.” You’re pretty sure half of what you said came out as a string of gibberish, but with everyone else probably as sick of this meeting as you were, they all nod, agree and finish with a bow. Your trembling hand fumbles with the disconnect button, but you finally manage to free yourself from that nightmare and can let your face relax into one of confused pleasure, mouth left open as you stare blankly at the ceiling. Just to be sure you open the application manager and kill every single process to do with camera, audio and meetings. “Ok, I’m leaving early today, screw this.” You think to yourself as you go offline for the day.

You relax back onto the couch. You cover your face in both hands and take the opportunity to wipe away your sweat. “Y-you crazy cat… Do you want to get me fired?!” You look down at her only to find that same silly smile in her lips as your stiffening erection parts her lips further and further apart.

“Nyot aht all…” Okayu responds, her voice reverberating against the nerve endings on your dick. She wraps her lips around again and bites down on your still-soft member, then shoves her face towards your crotch, burying your cock back inside her and feeling that her tongue reaches out to caress your sack despite the feat.

“Ah, damn it!” You throw your head back, no longer able to contain your lust. Still, she gently suckles on your shaft until it grows enough that your tip presses against the back of her throat. Your girlfriend twitches a little, controlling her gag reflex for as long as possible, intent on having you grow fully erect in the confines of her hot and wet mouth.

You can’t control your hands anymore, and quickly reach down to bury your fingers into her fluffy hair. “Nyaahn!” Okayu playfully moans at your forcefulness.

While you pet her hair and scratch her ears, you hold her in place. Controlling her breathing, Okayu continues with her ministrations as your blood pools unrestrained now and your girth and length grow substantially. Fairly sure that your glans is now fully pressing against the back of her throat by her breathing and occasional vocal gags despite her tongue lulling your member even through it all, you give her a bit of space and allow her tonsils some rest.

In this pose, and with your penis painfully erect, it’s inevitable that it presses against her cheek from within. You reach in to touch the bulging flesh from the outside by caressing the side of your lover’s face, pressing it down playfully while she chuckles happily in the meantime.

The cat then spits you out again, if only to observe your towering erection standing at attention right next to her face. “Uoooh, you were holding back that much, Anon? Poor thing…” Her lips are so close that they brush pleasantly against your underside even as she speaks.

“Whose fault do you think that is, huh?” You raise one eyebrow, looking straight down at her.

Okayu chuckles happily. “Well, someone has to bathe you if you won’t do it yourself, you know?”

“Well I just traded being dirty but dry for being dirty and covered in a certain cat’s saliva.” You reply as droplets of her drool slide down your glistening member. “So what will you do about that, eh?”

In this position, and as lazy as she was, Okayu does the only thing she can think of - open her lips, expose her tongue and dock the base of your shaft in the opening. “Mlem, mlem…” Her head pivots from side to side as her lips and tongue caress the bottom half of your erect cock.

“Hah… I guess that works…” You relax back and let her do as she pleases. Feeling the rough texture of her tongue slowly tracing the bottom and side of your shaft is amazing, but you feel as if the lengthened teasing session had made you a bit numb. “Oh... I see.” You readjust your hand above her head so that your thumb rests on your glans. “Here, you can reach further up if I do this, right?” You push down and straighten your member in such a way that Okayu’s range of motion can now cover your whole length.

“Hehe… Thanks.” Her tail sways happily and she returns to performing her self-appointed job.

A couple more minutes go by as you feel your testicles contracting more strongly and the twitching of your muscles happen more and more often. Your girlfriend now expertly rotates her head 90 degrees back and forth to lick and suckle on your length from the base all the way to the tip - your glans sometimes hooking onto her cheek and finding its way back inside her mouth. Her eyes observe you intently, and perhaps from the change in your expression, the trickster cat can tell you how close you truly are.

“Ahnon... “ She pauses for a moment as she talks around your cock. “I haven’t had any breakfast... Yet.“ Her eyes close halfway as she looks at you and rubs her belly.

That was the last straw. Your upper body arches forward and you again take hold of her head. Inserting your shaft back into Okayu’s mouth and feeling that her lips quickly close around you, you manhandle her face in and out, going as far as lifting your hips off the couch a bit for a better position. “Hah… Okayu, I’m - “ As you utter these words, Okayu’s prickly tongue lambasts your shaft in quick and short licks, your skin stretching to its limits as your orgasm arrives and you can clearly feel the semen’s travel path from your testicles, up your shaft and out your urethra, the first spurt hitting against the inside of her cheek and quickly overfilling her small mouth. She shows a rare blush in her cheeks as her eyes close tightly, her throat swallowing quickly with audible gulps.

“Hah, hah…” The second wave comes and you continue to use her face as a way to get yourself off, the nearly hour long teasing session from before having prepared way more than a normal amount of jizz for release, and the next rope is as thick and voluminous as the first. A jet of fluid hits the back of Okayu’s throat and she instinctively coughs, sending a small mix of semen and saliva splashing forth through her sealed lips, but again she swallows quickly and with audible and sensual noises. The third shot also finds its way into the confines of the cat’s mouth, but by now your strength is no more and you slump back down onto the seat, your glans popping free from her lips and now pointing upwards. “Augh…” The final stretch of the orgasm pushes out a final watery spurt that flies upward weakly and ends up splattering against your lover’s face, quickly running down the side of her cheeks and being absorbed into her hair.

You look up at the ceiling and stare blankly into nothing for a good minute. “Woah… that was intense…” On your lap, Okayu takes deep breaths after your assault, some of the sperm left in her mouth escaping through her lips on accident, though she slurps it back up to swallow greedily in the end.

“Hahahah… Well, my belly is definitely full now. “She teases playfully, slapping her abdomen. Though, as your member begins to soften up and deflate, you feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping it once again as she suckles on it, sucking out the last remnants of cum from your canal and licking up the dribble that had missed her mouth moments before. “Haff ta make it nice andh clean.” Her tongue pokes inside your foreskin one last time and circles it around your head, making sure nothing is left before she is finally satisfied and leaves your battered member in peace.

“Do I really smell that bad? Come on…” You lift your arm and sniff the underside, not really picking up anything awful.

Okayu’s face finally displays a bit of her true self by blushing heavily. “Bad? Hahaha… No, I wouldn’t say so…” She then finally lays on her back again, looking straight up at you. She looks down towards her feet, her knees pressed together. The girl fidgets a bit and then parts her plump thighs to show you her white panties that had now become see-through and the thick lines of clear fluids connecting her inner thighs together. You swallow hard.

“Ah… I see.” Your eyes can’t steer away from focusing on her very visible flushed pussy lips behind the thin and drenched white fabric.

“Sorry for all of that, your scent just… got me like this, you know?” Her eyes close halfway and she smiles wide.

You think for a moment. “Well… I’ll get back at you for this some day.” You scratch her ear. “But now I think we need to do something about that. Right?” You nod towards her sex, your hand caressing her midriff and sliding further and further down in its direction.

Okayu chuckles and extends her arms out to you. “I’m counting on you…

Neeh?”

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A few weeks pass by. As an onigiriya, you’re quite excited for another chatting stream. Okayu always had the best stories.

“Ah, that’s right. So listen listen, the other day, Koro-san sent me a message on Line, and she sa- HYAHN!”

Your heart skips a beat. What the heck was that erotic moan? That’s not like Okayu at all…

“Wah, hahaha… Sorry everyone.” Okayu swallows audibly hard. “Tema-nyan picked a bad time to bite my leg.” Her voice cracks a bit, but with how much her kitten has been acting up this whole stream, that made sense. “She’s been misbehaving as of late…”

Okayu clears her throat.

“Neeeeeh?”