"A vote," Aya announced, her voice ringing with confidence. Her plan was working. "The audience gets to decide. Who gets The Master's attention first? Onee-san… or Imouto? Have your say."
The screen turned into a blur of blue and gold as the poll flashed. The numbers weren't even close.
System: Poll Result — Imouto (84%)
I saw the flicker of anger in Aya's eyes before she forced back her smile. The Star eclipsed by a newbie—it must've hurt.
"The audience has spoken," Aya said to the camera. "Goshujin. My sister is yours."
Your sister—is mine?
Hina was a statue. Pale and goosefleshed.
How do I touch her without her screaming?
I moved behind her. I didn't rush. Pacing was everything. If I moved too fast, the bids would stop. If of course Aya wanted more bids.
I sat down, my legs framing Hina's hips, and pulled her back against my chest. She was so tense I could feel her spine vibrating.
"Look at the screen, Imouto," I whispered in her ear.
On the monitor, the AI filter was turning her wide-eyed shock into something poetic. Something sexy. Something sellable. Very sellable.
I reached around her petite frame.
I cupped her breasts.
My palms were wide, dark against her porcelain paleness. I began to massage her breasts, a slow, rhythmic motions—perfect for the camera.
The pressure forced Hina to press back into me. Her breath came in jagged hitches that the mic caught with clinical precision.
Salaryman_Zen: Look at the Master's grip. He owns her.
ominimious: Her boobs must be so firm. Geez, I wish I could touch them!
User_99: [Tipped 5,000 Coins] More. Move down.
I honored the command.
My right hand strayed from her chest, tracing the line of her ribs down to her belly button. I felt her stomach muscles ripple and contract as I moved.
She tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. Behind her was me; in front of her was the camera, and my legs were holding her from both sides.
"The Goal Bar is at eighty percent," Aya narrated. She was leaning over the laptop, her eyes darting between the chat and Hina's body. She looked hungry. "They want the 'Lick' challenge. They want to see the sisterhood in action."
Ching.
The bar turned gold.
"Goal met," Aya said. She didn't wait for Hina's reaction.
Aya slid back to us across the mattress on all fours. She exaggerated the slowness of her movements for the viewers. Almost feline.
Approaching the prey.
She reached Hina and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at her.
"Don't move," Aya whispered.
Then she jerked her chin back to face the camera.
I watched as Aya's tongue trailed over Hina's skin, starting at the collarbone and moving slowly toward the peak of her breast. Hina's eyes rolled back. She grasped my thighs, at least something to hold onto. There was nothing else she could do.
"She's delicious," Aya purred for the camera, slurping loudly. "Salty and sweet."
VIP_K: [Tipped 15,000 Coins] Master's turn. I want to see them both share her.
Aya pulled back, a thin line of saliva glistening in the blue light. She looked at me, mockingly. She wanted to show she was in charge. She didn't want to be the woman losing the spotlight.
"Your turn, Goshujin," she said.
She moved to the side, but not too far. Hovering.
I shifted from behind Hina to the side. The mattress dipped.
Aya watched, her chin resting on her hand.
I leaned forward. The ring light was a white circle in Hina's pupils.
I circled her breast with my tongue. Her skin tasted of the vanilla spray and a bit of sweat. When I took her breast into my mouth, she gasped. It was like all of the air in her lungs suddenly left her.
But she didn't pull away.
Instead, her hands suddenly shot upward. She gripped my hair, her fingers spasming. She didn't push me. She pulled. Pressed my face into her chest with a desperate, crushing strength.
Ching. Ching.
The sound of the tips was a rhythmic pulse now. The background music.
VIP_K: She's not pretending anymore.
Tokyo_Ghost: [Tipped 10,000 Coins] Look at her hands. She's hungry.
SilentWatcher: Total submission. Incredible.
Salaryman_Zen: The little sister is a natural.
"Oh, would you look at that," Aya said. Her voice was bright, artificial, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence between the three of us. "It seems Imouto isn't as shy as we all thought. She likes the Master's touch."
I glanced up. Hina's eyes were closed, her head tilted back, her throat a long line of white. She was breathing in deep, shuddering heaves.
That's the real Imouto. Who would've expected…
Aya leaned over and tapped the keyboard. The "Stream Ending" timer appeared on the screen. A countdown for me.
I kissed Hina's breast one last time.
It was hard for me to stop.
"That's all for tonight, everyone," Aya narrated, her eyes scanning the final totals. "Imouto needs her rest. And the Master... well, he has his hands full."
She reached out and ruffled Hina's hair. Aya probably wanted to look maternal. Except her eyes weren't warm at all.
"We'll see you in the Main Room tomorrow. Don't forget to comment and subscribe. The subscription tier will have access to exclusive content. Remember, we're just getting started!"
Click.
The 'Live' icon vanished. The blue glow of the laptop remained, but the room suddenly felt empty. The "Void", the audience—there, on the other side of the camera—was gone. It was back to just the three of us sitting on the bed.
Hina let go of my hair. Her arms fell to her sides. She didn't look at us. She didn't look at the screen.
Aya checked the digital wallet.
"Three hundred thousand yen!" Aya whispered. "In ninety minutes."
She looked at Hina.
"Sister, did you hear me? We're never going back to that store," she said.
Aya giggled. She looked at Hina, waiting for an answer.
Hina said nothing.