Chapter 117: All for the viewers ii

"Mmm... Ha... Ha... Smack... Slurp... Hah... Hah..."

"Share your feelings too. For the viewers."

"Well... Uh... I might do it today. If so, I’m sorry. I’ll explain properly the next day."

"If I tell you to keep it a secret, will you?"

"Yes...."

*Chirp... Chirp...*

Isolde accepted my saliva, savoring it while gently swaying her hips and pressing them against mine.

" Ren’s orders... are more important than the viewers’..."

Oh.

The naughty Sol went wild.

This was much better than a one-night bedroom encounter, wasn’t it?

Perhaps deeply immersed in her role as the lewd Pink Sol, Isolde lapped up my offered tongue as if performing fellatio.

"*Peck... Chururururu...*"

"*Suck... Suck... Slurp...*"

Then our eyes met again, and we exchanged a passionate kiss, our tongues entwining.

I sneakily glanced at the chat window’s public sentiment. At first, people were saying things like, ’It must be hard to make fake sounds.’

’They must be tired.’ ’It must consume a lot of stamina.’ Denying the reality of the situation.

But gradually...

As Sol’s seductive waist teasing continued to appear on the screen,

The consensus shifted, with many now believing this wasn’t acting at all.

Sol panted as she rubbed her soft breasts against my body.

"Mm... Mmh... Suck... Slurp..."

I couldn’t bear it with just kissing anymore.

My hand reached up to the broadcast screen, grabbing Sol’s breast.

*Squeeze.*

"Mm, ah!"

*Caress. Caress.*

Sol remained composed when I fondled her breasts.

"Ah... Ah... Sigh..."

I can’t take it anymore.

"Let’s turn off the broadcast."

"Uh, okay...."

With Sol in disarray, she barely manages to keep her school uniform top buttoned and exposes her face on the broadcast screen.

– ??????

– Sol...?

*What kind of expression is that????*

*The downfall of a vixen*

"...Everyone... I don’t think I can continue broadcasting. Um... See you tomorrow."

"You can’t just say that."

I gently massage the buttocks of Sol, who lies face down.

"Ah... That’s... We shouldn’t be too immersed, right? Our Sol can do it just right, right? Since I gave a proper kiss..."

*Stop moving.*

*You’re going to turn off the broadcast and have sex!!!*

– Stop!!!

"Sex is not the point... I just... I gave you a sincere kiss as a thank you for today. I’ll be back on the broadcast later, even if it’s late. Okay? Calm down..."

*Can you sincerely give me one more kiss?*

"...No... I’ve been conquered. Really...."

*Ren, are you good at kissing?*

"You’re such a pervert... Always try to feed Sol your saliva."

"Hey. That’s true, isn’t it?"

"Ah... Hahaha. Anyway... I had an intense make-out session with my senior and swallowed plenty of drool. Everyone, it’s Sol"

Sol formed a V with her fingers, showed it, and ended the broadcast.

The tent became quiet for a moment.

With her smartphone in her pocket, Sol wiggled her ample behind and crawled forward, attempting to leave the tent.

"I apologize for barging in so suddenly... Goodnight, senior."

"Who said you could leave?"

"Ah!"

I grabbed Sol’s waist and pulled her onto the heated mat.

Lying down, I allow my voluptuous, pink-haired junior to rest on my body. I wrap my arm around Sol’s waist as she reflexively tries to rise, creating a deadlock as we both exert our strength.

"Ah, ugh."

It’s incredibly erotic. Isolde squirms atop my body. As she writhes, her breasts spill out from the barely loosened academy uniform.

"Hey, what are you doing with your sister’s friend?"

"The broadcast is off, so be honest. If everything you just did was acting, I’ll let you go."

Was it all just an act? If it were, I could just settle my share of the coins and break up with her.

But my arm firmly holds Sol’s waist, convinced of something else.

Didn’t our eyes just meet?

"Was it acting? Huh?"

"Who would act and suck the lips of a man they don’t even like?"

OK. Confirmed. I immediately grab Sol’s ample breasts with my hand.

Soft and supple. As I fondle the overflowing, tender breasts in my hand, I undress her.

"Because I’m attracted to you. That’s why."

"I feel the same way."

I thought my junior was obsessed with the number of views, but in reality, she possessed a raw talent like mine.

and has been struggling to do her best ever since I found out...

No, the truth is, simply being a pretty friend with a generous bosom is more than enough reason to be attracted. Any man would understand immediately.

"Would you like to date?"

"Anyway, to succeed as an NTR streamer, I need to have a boyfriend."

"Are you in the same grade as Sarika?"

Sol bristled at the mention of ’same grade.’

"Are you a ruffian? Senior."

"I’ll take care of both of you. I’m sincere."

I genuinely care for my woman. These are the rules of the harem I’ve established.

I will cherish both Isolde and Sarika.

"You and Sarika, I will treat you both well. I promise."

As I repeat these words, I eagerly fondle her breasts.

"... You’re kneading them as you please."

*Fondle.*

*Squish, squish...*

"If you’re on top of me, you have to pay taxes."

"Is it too heavy?"

"It’s just right. Won’t it be nice if it was a little heavier?"

Gently stroking his erect cock, he pressed his lips to the nape of Isolde’s neck. The enticing scent of her sweaty skin caused his member to remain rigid. Rubbing against his adorable junior like this was truly delightful.

"Heh, ah... When it’s like this, you should say it’s light."

"Isn’t it hard because these breasts are so heavy?"

"Yuk, heavy... Ugh... I never knew Yuna would be such a pervert. Milking a junior’s breasts as if she were a cow... In just one day... Mmm... Trying to take her..."

*Chup. Chup.*

While sucking on the back of Sol’s head, he gently pulled her grasped breast outward. As her nipples were intensely stimulated, Isolde arched her back and shuddered.

"Ah, ah...!"

"Even the perverted viewers of your show will be happy when Pink Sol becomes the alpha male’s fourth girlfriend."

"It’s rare for a fandom to be happy when their idol openly reveals their relationship and enjoys flirting."

With that said, he tightly embraced Isolde and squeezed her breast once more.

"Shall we flaunt our genuine love?"

To a degree that would be impossible on the bright platform.

"Hmm... I never thought about being in a serious relationship."

"You didn’t?"

"Because Ren hugged me so sincerely, twice."

It’s someone else’s fault, but it sounds too cute.

"Is it over?"

"My time at the academy is over. Everyone saw me clinging to Ren’s body."

"Are you sorry that I hugged you sincerely twice?"

Teasing her with a slight smile, Isolde rubbed her butt against my cock.

Oh, oh!

"Take responsibility..."

She said it with a sulky tone.

The real side of Isolde without acting, which isn’t shown on the show.

"A rookie female streamer who’s only been around for a month should show off to everyone and take responsibility for making her your girlfriend."

"Alright. I’ll make you feel very special."

I grabbed Sol’s breasts tightly with both hands, as if sweeping them up from below.

"Huh!?"

It’s been a while since the "Fleshlight Touch" appeared.

Breasts are a sensitive area, so it genuinely hurts when a man squeezes them with his hands.

Sometimes during sex, one might squeeze on purpose to make it hurt, but now...

Combining the "Fleshlight Touch" technique, Isolde was instantly overjoyed by the sensation of her breasts being milked.

"Ah!"

As Isolde exhaled sharply, she unconsciously parted her tightly closed thighs.

*Guard down *

Both Sarika and Isolde.

When I consider them my women, they seem even more endearing, and I grow more attached to them.

"Relax."

"Huh...?"

Gently kneading.

I thoroughly massage Isolde’s large, milk-scented breasts.

"Ah, what!?"

Isolde squirms while pressing against my body.

Unable to straighten or turn to the side, she doesn’t know how to react with her breasts firmly grasped.

With the Fleshlight Touch, even tugging on her nipples becomes an exquisite caress.

Though the skill’s name, Fleshlight Touch, is a bit unusual,

Ultimately, Mira’s determination that all the heroines in this world are my Fleshlights is imbued with this skill.

That’s probably why it affects all women indiscriminately.

I continue to knead her breasts with my addictive touch.

"Oh, ah... oh... ah!"

Isolde found herself struggling against the relentless waves of her swelling breasts, which seemed to surge forward from behind her. As time passed, Isolde’s shapely legs spread increasingly apart.

"It’s the fault of those perverted viewers who chose an idol they wouldn’t mind being devoured as their favorite."

"Ah... please... Don’t insult our fans."

"Huh?"

I wrapped my arm around Sol’s waist and directly rubbed her clitoris with my finger. In response, her gently parting thighs came together once more, tensing with renewed vigor. As I persisted in stroking her wet cunt with my fingers, Isolde stiffened her waist and heaved an enormous gasp.

*Jing jing jing jing!*

"Uh, uhhhh...!!"

"Is that the right priority? To your boyfriend?"

"Ah, I was wrong. I was wrong!"

*Squeak squeak squeak squeak*

"Because seniors come first."

"Whose fault is it?"

"It’s the fault of the perverted viewers who let Sol be devoured."

*Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak*