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It’s a complete fluke that Kiryu discovers Goromi’s online profile at all. But it’s the last Friday of a month that felt like it would never end, and everyone is tired and scattered. So maybe that’s why, when Nishida hands Kiryu a folder containing the check for his quarterly bonus, there is a sticky note with the name of some woman’s porn site profile stuck to the underside.
“Our efficiency has been up this quarter and it’s all because of you, Kiryu-san,” Nishida says, handing him the manila folder. “Based on a seventeen percent increase in productivity and your excellent performance review, the boss has included an extra gift for you. He signed off on it himself.”
Kiryu opens the folder and is shocked to see the extraordinary sum. And what a peculiar number it is… “This is too generous,” he says to Nishida. “He already pays me a great salary.”
“Well, your services are invaluable,” Nishida says. This is inarguably true. In the past month alone, Kiryu has repelled no less than nine major attacks on the construction site, complete with bulldozers and cranes repurposed as chariots and siege towers. Not to mention how he’d foiled what he suspected was a mass-poisoning attempt at a company lunch the week prior (though maybe it had just been a bad sandwich).
Saying his goodbyes to the team and clocking out, Kiryu leaves the trailer that serves as the Majima Construction onsite office, makes his way to the bank, deposits the check into his account, and at last returns to his small apartment for the evening.
It is not until he walks through the door and removes his shoes that the sticky note’s glue finally gives out and the bright little square of paper flutters to the floor.
Kiryu bends and peels it off the faux wood, frowning.
The sticky note is hot pink and smells like it has been aggressively spritzed with a woman’s floral perfume. How did he not notice it before? Has he unwittingly discovered something about Nishida’s elusive private life?
And who or what the heck is “gorogorogoromichan_xoxo?”
Although it’s a Friday night, Kiryu has no exciting plans to go out on the town. As a bachelor ex-con with few personal connections, he can’t quite figure out how to fit dating into the rest of his life. For one thing, he’s now the inexperienced new parent to a ten-year-old. For another, all the expensive wining and dining that seems so necessary to finding love in Kamurocho is very much not in his nature. It’s just not his disposition to cavort away all his money in pursuit of love.
And anyway, even several months into his generous new job at Majima Construction, he’s still trying to be frugal. Whether he wants to or not, spending all his cash at Kanrai and Club Shine is not in the cards for him.
This is probably the only reason why he doesn’t immediately crumple up the sticky note and throw it away without a second thought. After all, it’s shaping up to be a lonely Friday night at home. Haruka is at a sleepaway camp all weekend. He has no plans to go out and spend money. What else is he to do, eat freezer-burned ice cream and watch old rom-coms?
So, with no further thought and zero plans, Kiryu sits down at his kitchen table, turns on the clunky laptop he barely knows how to use, opens up his internet browser, and goes to the website indicated on the sticky note.
The site won’t let him enter until he creates a login for himself. This is easy enough. Is he eighteen or older? Yes. Does he agree to terms and services? Sure. And what username would he like to use? Well, that one is easy. He enters his favorite screen name, “JudgmentKazzy,” and logs in.
Then he painstakingly hunts and pecks the profile name on the sticky note, exactly as he has parsed it: thunder… thunder… thunder… mi-chan… underscore… oops, not that one. Backspace, underscore, ex-oh, ex-oh.
The site shows him one search result. For some reason, the profile image is just a cryptic photo of a hannya mask, and the icon indicates that the mysterious woman nicknamed “Mi-chan” is streaming. So he clicks to open up the stream—
And immediately realizes his misunderstanding of the profile name.
Somehow, he hadn’t been prepared to immediately see someone’s bare ass front and center, despite having knowingly followed all the required steps to see one. But the shock of suddenly being flashed with all that skin is overruled by the greater shock of whose skin it is.
The woman stands against a nondescript wall with her back to the camera. The lighting in her room is soft and dreamy. She wears a hot pink, snake-print minidress with a low back that reveals her beautifully muscular back and distinctive irezumi. Her long, blonde hair is up in a high ponytail that cascades halfway down her back, swinging jauntily over her snarling hannya mask tattoo.
A tattoo that Kiryu is just now learning goes all the way down over her ass to her upper thighs. Because the woman has hiked her minidress up her trim little waist, and wears no underwear. Her back is arched and her stance is wide so that when she sticks out her taut little ass, he can see her smooth perineum, her swinging balls… and exactly how impossibly wide her hole is stretched around a massive, pink dildo attached to a long, thin metal rod that extends from somewhere offscreen.
“Mmh…” the woman onscreen hums. “That’s so good…” Her normally husky voice is high and breathy as she rolls her hips. Kiryu watches with bated breath, completely mesmerized by how the dildo just barely slides deeper with each languid roll of her hips. Completely entranced by this vision of Majima Goromi.
Because, come on. This camgirl is Goromi.
…Isn’t she?
Unless there’s another person with the same exact tattoo, athletic body type, fashion sense, and voice. But how likely is that?
On the other hand, why exactly would Majima of all people be doing this?
Not that Kiryu is judging. It’s just that he’d never have guessed that this was the sort of thing his rival-turned-friend enjoyed. Being watched, being passive. But Goromi’s pink, stretched-out hole is undeniable proof otherwise. And if there’s one thing Majima seems to enjoy when presenting to the world as Goromi, it’s being the center of attention.
“Slow night, huh?” Goromi says casually. “I get it, it’s a Friday. Perfectly natural for all you horny boys to be out there chasin’ tail. But it looks like most of my regulars are here tonight, aren’t ya?”
There’s a flurry of movement to the side of the livestream, and Kiryu belatedly notices that there’s a live chat. New messages appear at the bottom of the screen and rapidly scroll towards the top.
I’ll always show up for you, goromi-chan! says one comment.
I want it as bad as you do, sexy, says another.
Most of Goromi’s face is out of frame, but when she turns her head to the side, perhaps to read the comments, Kiryu glimpses just the barest sliver of her jawline.
“I’m so flattered. You put aside yer evening plans just for little ol’ me?” she simpers.
I’d let u ride it anytime u wanted, a comment says.
Kiryu frowns incredulously. Just who are these guys, and why do they think they can talk to Goromi like that?
“How sweet,” she coos. “Then, would any of you gentlemen care to help a girl out…?”
She reaches back and grips her flat little cheeks in both hands, pulling them further apart with fingers splayed wide to show off how much her hole is stretched open, how the dildo vanishes into her body. Her long, glittery talons dig into the meat of her ass, shimmering against the intricate dark swirls and red blossoms inked into her skin.
“C’mon, don’t leave me hangin’,” she says. She arches her back and sways her hips side to side flirtatiously. The dildo barely moves a centimeter deeper. Teasing herself…
Teasing me, Kiryu realizes. He has only a second to wonder where this is going when the dildo starts pistoning back and forth, completely on its own.
“Won’t somebody please—aaah!” Goromi squeals, high-pitched and startled. She lets go of her ass and throws her hands up against the wall in front of her as the force of the sudden fucking shoves her towards it. She stands slightly bent forward, hands on the wall, pushing her ass back into the dildo as it keeps thrusting into her.
“Ahh…” she breathes out shakily as the dildo slows and then stops. “Thank you,” she says, head turned in the direction of her computer screen off to the side.
‘Thank you’? Why…? Kiryu wonders. Then he glances at the live chat.
There’s a new message: spreadthemwider3415 donated ¥10,000.
Damn she wasnt ready for it, says the comment right beneath it.
That squeal 😍 hottttt, someone replies.
Now that she’s slightly bent over, Kiryu can see the lower third of her face: her goatee and her smirking lips, glossy with bubblegum-pink lipstick. “Well, can ya blame me? You fuck me so good,” she sighs, wiggling her ass on the pink dildo coquettishly but still not fucking herself on it. “Hoooo, boy…”
If u want it then u gotta work for it, a commenter says.
“Hmm, no, that’s not how this works, baby. I ain’t movin’ an inch,” she says sweetly. “Now when are ya gonna man up and fuuu-fuck!”
The dildo starts slamming into her again. There’s another message in the comment section: xxCum-Dumpster-Diverxx donated ¥15,000.
This time the dildo fucks her for longer. Kiryu watches on the edge of his seat as her ass swallows it up greedily, flexing around it as it shakes her entire body.
At this point, Kiryu has realized three things.
One, that the rod that the dildo is mounted on must be attached to a motor that activates for a few seconds each time people send her money.
Two, that on closer inspection, the semi-flexible silicone of the dildo has been molded into a scaled texture akin to chainmail, with a bumpy ridge along one side.
And three, that Kiryu is already rock hard and throbbing in his pants. He grabs himself roughly, pulling his cock out to pump it vigorously as Goromi pants and moans onscreen.
“Ah! Hah! Mmf, fuck… ahh…” she gasps as the dildo slows. Her legs are shaking and she’s leaning forward more heavily against the wall. “Thank you, baby…” she breathes.
Kiryu realizes that she is personally thanking her donor. Glancing at the live chat, he sees a few buttons to the side labeled with escalating amounts of yen. The lowest option is ¥10,000, followed by ¥15,000, ¥20,000, ¥25,000, and finally a whopping ¥30,000.
That thing’s a menace, one viewer comments. Ain’t no way I’m competing with 10 inches.
Nah man that dildo is doing gods work, another viewer replies. Enjoy watching and be grateful ffs.
Kiryu keeps stroking himself, eyes fixed on Goromi’s delectable little ass, her trembling legs, the muscles tensing and coiling in her upper back. The hannya mask leering at him. He imagines gripping her by her ponytail and tugging her backward onto his cock, making her wail as she takes him balls deep. He can practically feel her needy hole clenching and flexing around him as he jacks off.
But as the dildo slows and stops, his own hand slows in tandem. He doesn’t want to come too soon, while all she does is stand and roll her hips idly, waiting for the next fuck. So he waits as well, with less and less patience as the seconds drag on, for another viewer to just fuck her for him already… Wait.
At no point does Kiryu consider that this is a bad idea or potentially an invasion of his friend’s privacy. Or remember that he is a frugal person who is averse to blowing all his money on… amorous pursuits.
Instead it occurs to him now, like a bolt of lightning through the brain, that lavishing money on Goromi is an incredibly prudent decision—yes, it is eminently sensible and wise, not to mention gallant and chivalrous. In fact, it is the very pinnacle of masculinity!
And so, in his infinite manly wisdom, he passionately clicks on the button in the live chat that will send Goromi ¥10,000.
A pop-up message appears. Error: Please link a card to your account.
It is a matter of critical urgency. Kiryu scrambles to find his own user profile and gets lost in the labyrinth of Settings, Privacy, Account Info, Subscriptions, Notifications, and History, until he finally finds Payment Methods, and nested within it: Input New Payment Method. Kiryu enters his information.
“Mmm, c’mon, I dolled up all for you. I’m waitin’ like this, all for you. Yes, you, big boy… So won’t you please slide that big, fat, juicy dragon-dick back into me?” Goromi moans against the wall.
Oh. So that’s why the dildo is scaled. While he knows that it’s just a coincidence, that this has nothing at all to do with his own legendary title, Kiryu decides to take it as a cosmic sign that he’s doing the right thing. He clicks the button for ¥10,000.
There’s a one second delay. Then the dildo starts pounding into her. “Ah, ah, nnh, fuck!” she yelps as it plunges into her. She spreads her legs wider in a desperate effort to let more of it inside her hole. So wide that he catches a tantalizing flash of her hard cock between her legs. Her glittery claws scrabble hopelessly at the wall.
He did that. He’s the one fucking her, making her feel it. Kiryu pumps his hot, aching cock furiously. It’s already leaking from the tip, and he wonders if her cock is leaking as well. He sees it so vividly in his imagination, despite having barely glimpsed it onscreen: it would be flushed pink and pretty, jutting up into the hem of her little dress, weeping at the slit and bobbing desperately as he rails her from behind. He’d fuck her so good that he’d make her cock drool in long, desperate strands all the way down to the floor…
He notices the moment the dildo starts slowing down and thinks, Absolutely not. With his free hand, he clicks the button for ¥10,000 again.
“Ahh—? E-eager, aren’t we…?” Goromi moans.
“Do you like that, nee-san?” Kiryu asks his computer screen.
Almost as if in response, she tilts her head back and moans, deep and husky from her chest. It makes her long, blonde ponytail dip lower down her back, loose strands brushing her back, the tip of her hair hitting the top of her ass and swishing side to side as she tosses her head back and keens.
Kiryu wants to yank it so badly. It would be like a leash in his hand. He’d tug it to keep her head pulled back, exposing the long, pale column of her throat so he could nibble at it and suck his way up her jawline, to behind her ear. And all while her ass spasms wantonly around him, stretched open on his slick, fat cock. Goromi isn’t a submissive person, doesn’t give in easily, so he’d have to work hard to impress her, really wrench her head back, slam into her as hard as he could, keep her tethered in his hand and speared on his cock…
When the dildo again slows down, he clicks on the ¥15,000 option for good measure. Now that he’s looking for it, it’s easy to tell that the higher yen amounts fuck her faster and for longer. He strokes himself as he watches her bounce and moan on his cock-by-proxy, and decides when the dildo slows down to let her rest. The fact that he has that power over her makes his head spin—that it’s up to him whether she gets a break. But despite that, at no point does Kiryu truly feel in charge. He’s completely under her thrall.
In fact, it occurs to him that when the dildo fully stops she might thank him for the pounding, and the mere notion drives out all his other thoughts and desires. He desperately, desperately needs her praise.
“Wooo, what a ride,” she pants as the fucking machine slows to a stop. “Thank you… ‘Judgment Kazzy?’”
Kiryu feels a jolt of panic. Of course she’d see his username. Why didn’t he think of that? Well, at least it isn’t his actual name or anything.
“Are you a newcomer, Kazzy? Ya fucked me so good even though it’s yer first time here,” she purrs. “I love generous men like you…”
She loves generous men like me! Kiryu thinks.
One of us! One of us! someone types in the live chat, which Kiryu finds vaguely alarming. Exactly how many fans has Goromi amassed on this site?
No sooner does he wonder this than the dildo springs to life and starts slamming into her again. According to the chat, someone named “Number1GoromiLover69” has just gifted her the highest denomination possible.
Kiryu heats with outrage. He has no idea who this anonymous man claiming to be the “number one Goromi lover” is, but he needs to back the fuck off. Ominously, the “69” at the end of the man’s username suggests that there are at least sixty-eight other men who also consider themselves Goromi’s number one fan.
Well, Kiryu can’t let that stand unchallenged. Because really, the premise is absurd. These people don’t know her! And precisely none of them could handle her in real life!
Not the true Goromi. None of them know how mean she can throw a right hook, how skilled she is with a knife, what a vicious streak she has when she wants to be cruel. None of them know how her nose scrunches when she laughs, how her canines stick out a bit, how she slurps her ramen and swings a bat and dances on rollerskates like nobody’s business. None of them have seen the fanatical gaze of her single, dark eye when she’s cooking up a truly outrageous scheme in that crazy, brilliant brain of hers. Heck, with most of her face offscreen, Kiryu doubts they even realize that she wears an eyepatch.
And now here she is, all exposed and at the mercy of complete strangers, begging to be fucked. What sort of cruel man would Kiryu be if he didn’t give that to her? He decides then and there that it’s up to him to stuff her needy hole for her. No other man can be trusted to do it right!
While Kiryu finds and seizes his manly resolve, Goromi has been holding court with her admirers. “Sooo boys, let’s take a poll. Hairy or shaved?”
The live chat speeds by:
KingKentaro65: mm a little hairy is sexyy
dokidoki999: keep all ur natural hair and smother me with it
1ttyb1ttyt1tty: shaved please, better to lick 🤤
Number1GoromiLover69: perfection either way
“So many opinions!” she titters. “Then how about… tits or ass?”
Kiryu chooses this moment to donate ¥30,000.
spreadthemwider3415: ASS
Big_Boiled_Egg: ASS
KingKentaro65: ASS
keiko_took_the_kids: 🍑🍑🍑🍑💦
Suckin8008135: that ass got me hooked
Number1GoromiLover69: ASS and id love to provide it too
1ttyb1ttyt1tty: Damn u take it so good
JigglePhysicsJotaro: ASS ASS ASS 🥵
xxCum-Dumpster-Diverxx: i think my brain is melting
“Nnh, ah, hah, w-well, I’m more of a tits gal myself,” Goromi pants as the captivating little ass in question gets absolutely pounded. “I just love a man with a pair of b-big, juicy titties—oh, fuck me—”
JigglePhysicsJotaro: men dont have titties tho ??
keiko_took_the_kids: i dont think im her type u guys
The highest yen amount really does fuck her harder. Kiryu can see her rim spasm around the girth of the dildo. She’s so grippy that it looks like her hole is suckling it as it relentlessly pounds her. Kiryu donates another ¥30,000, ¥30,000, ¥30,000… and then a ¥10,000, just to keep her guessing. And then another ¥30,000.
“My, we’ve got some high rollers tonight,” she gasps. “Judgement Kazzy, ya really know how to treat a girl…”
This triggers a competitive flurry of donations from other viewers who want similar recognition. He can hear the mechanical whine of the fucking machine as it pistons endlessly, varying only in speed as it changes settings from ¥25,000 to ¥15,000 to ¥20,000.
“Ah! Ah! Ohh… one at a time boys,” Goromi moans as Kiryu enters a gridlock against the other men in the stream, stroking his cock in one hand and doing his damndest to donate more than everyone else combined with the other. His lustful aggression wins out in the end: ¥30,000, ¥30,000, ¥30,000… whatever it takes to rail her continuously for minutes on end, exactly the way she deserves.
But despite Kiryu bankrolling the performance, Goromi is the gift that keeps on giving. She whines, she claws at the wall, she arches and squeals and positively melts. She takes it, takes it, takes it all.
“Oh my, someone’s greedy for it tonight,” she taunts them all through the screen even. “But can you last till the end?”
Only one way to find out, Kiryu thinks.
She spreads her legs even wider, and he finally gets a good view of her cock bobbing desperately with each thrust of the dragon dildo. If Kiryu were really fucking her, he’d reach around and help her out with it; he’d be generous. He’d grip her hip in one hand and her cock in the other. It would feel weighty and velvety in his hand, creamy and dripping with precome, and she’d yelp in surprise as he squeezes it just shy of too tight. He’d milk her cock while she milks his inside her ass. In his imagination, he strokes her cock at the exact pace that he pumps his own in real life.
“Mmm, are ya gonna come from me ridin’ ya?” she moans. “Are ya gonna come for me, baby?”
Suckin8008135: yes please 🙏
Big_Boiled_Egg: Love to
Number1GoromiLover69: of course, pleasure breeding you
“I think you’re going to come,” Kiryu says to his computer screen, voice gruff and low with need. “Aren’t you, nee-san?”
He keeps donating because he needs to see her come on the dildo that he’s stopped viewing as anything other than a stand-in for his own cock. He needs this more than anything he’s ever needed in his entire life.
The chat has become nothing less than a lustful avalanche.
dokidoki999: fucking perfect 🔥
KingKentaro65: I wanna cum all over her tits and face
Big_Boiled_Egg: take it! take all of it! yes yes yesss!!!!
JigglePhysicsJotaro: id take good care of u with my cock goromi-chan!
Suckin8008135: what i wouldn’t give for that to be me
xxCum-Dumpster-Diverxx: my brain is literally soup now, holy fuckkkk 🥵😳
KingKentaro65: judgment kazzy is the real mvp here
Number1GoromiLover69: ikr how much has he donated, like a million???
In fact, the website pings Kiryu to notify him that he has now donated precisely half a million yen, and did he really intend to do that, YES or NO?
Well, he hadn’t anticipated that his evening at home watching live porn on the Internet would be even more expensive than spending a night out. But this is still less money than that ridiculous bonus he received, courtesy of the woman moaning and writhing on his laptop screen.
He clicks the ‘YES’ button with confidence.
But now he’s started counting. Another ¥10,000, and another, and another… he might actually spend the whole thing if he’s not careful.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Goromi begs. “I need it faster, please…”
She’s no longer tossing her head back and arching her back. At some point, she has slumped forward, forearms against the wall and head hanging down between them, so low that if she were to turn her head right now her entire face would be in frame. Her long ponytail is a mess spilled over the tense, quivering muscles of her shoulders. The whole sweaty, tangled mass of hair rises and falls as she pants in desperation. She is utter, mouthwatering perfection.
Kiryu decides to leave his very first comment.
JudgmentKazzy: Well, I can’t say no to such a beautiful woman.
Number1GoromiLover69: LET’S GOOO
Goromi tilts her head towards her computer off to the side. “Oh, Kazzy baby, yes, please—”
The sound she makes when he obliges her is so wanton, so slutty, that Kiryu nearly comes right then and there. She hangs her head below the line of her shoulders and trembles. Kiryu watches her vibrating thighs, her shaking back, her cock and balls swinging wildly between her legs as he gives her his money and his cock just how she likes. Her hole flutters and spasms and grips it tight, and it is hot pink and scaled and silicone but it’s also real, it’s real and it’s his. He watches her ass squeeze and suckle him, grip him tight as she wails, high and frenzied and out of control. He’d stroke her cock for her as much as she wanted, he’d last as long as she needed, he’d do anything she asked. He’d give it to her so good…
On a particularly deep ¥30,000 thrust, Goromi screams and collapses heavily onto her arms against the wall. “I’m coming! Ohhh—”
The way she jerks and trembles is captivating, but it’s even better to watch her go limp. Still speared on the dildo, body loose and accepting as it continues driving into her. Somehow, this feels like the most erotic thing Kiryu has ever witnessed in his life. Just Goromi, bent over against the wall with her ass out, spent and pliant and still taking it.
“You made me come,” she rasps, her voice hoarse after how much he’s made her wail and scream. “Oh fuck, ya made me come my brains out…”
Kiryu can just barely see her spend splattered onto the wall in front of her through the narrow little window between her spread legs, white against off-white. Her cock is still half hard as the machine continues to pound into her, not quite allowing her to soften, and she twitches, clearly oversensitive in the afterglow.
Goromi partially turns her head, and Kiryu wonders if what she really wants is to look over her shoulder and straight through the camera lens at the man virtually fucking her. “Mmm, but ya still aren’t satisfied, are ya? You filthy boy… How long will ya fuck me, hmm?” she rasps, drowsily wiggling her ass side to side as the machine rails her.
It’s so fucking cute that Kiryu decides then and there to pay her back everything she gifted him earlier that day. After all, his salary is generous, and that’s thanks to her. There will be other quarterly bonuses, granted to him by her. He does some quick mental math and clicks the corresponding buttons. Tonight she deserves it all. She’s earned it.
As the machine fucks the last of his bonus away and Goromi moans with the overstimulation, Kiryu imagines bending her even lower. He’d grip the back of her neck and push her face into the wall as he breeds her hard, before following her down. He’d press his chest to her back, covering her spent, pliant body with his own and burying his face into her neck, nose pushing into her hair, kissing at her sweaty skin. And maybe she’d turn her head, maybe she’d meet his gaze, her own eye dark and dreamy and heavy-lidded, and let him lick hungrily into her glistening, panting mouth, reward him with a kiss on the lips—
Kiryu shoots in thick, milky stripes across the screen of his laptop. White streaks paint the image of her taut little ass bobbing in miniature, her snakeskin dress hiked up around her waist, her tangled hair.
He strokes himself through the last few shuddery pulses of his orgasm as the fucking machine slows to a stop.
Breathing heavily, body relaxed and sinking into his kitchen chair with his dick still in his hand, Kiryu idly does a mental tally. He’s spent his entire bonus. Just like that.
Onscreen, Goromi slumps bonelessly against the wall, the pink dragon dildo still stretching her ass. “Holy shit, Kazzy… Yer a real beast…”
Wait. No, Kiryu realizes suddenly. The amount had been a very peculiar number. It did not split evenly into denominations of ¥10,000 and higher. There was a remainder. Too bad, he thinks. It would have been nice to send her the full amount…
With the hand that is still clean, Kiryu clicks on a button to expand the live chat and discovers a new option next to the preset donation buttons: Custom Amount. He smiles and enters the exact remaining sum: ¥6,969.
The dildo springs to life, surprising Goromi with a yelp. Fuelled by such a small sum, it only pistons into her once, twice, three times, before falling still again.
Goromi lets out a startled bark of laughter. “Ohh, yer funny, huh? Real cheeky,” she says. She smacks her own ass, lets him see how the impact barely jiggles her taut little cheek, how the shock of it makes her clench around the massive girth of the dildo.
“You boys really wore me out,” she breathes, tilting her hips forward so that the dildo at last slides free, all ten inches of it slipping out and flopping, bouncy and semi-rigid, against her inner thigh. Her hole gapes wide, needily fluttering and clenching around nothing, and a trickle of lube slides from her puffy rim down her perineum to her balls, glistening in the soft light. What would it look like if, instead of lube, it was Kiryu’s spend…?
Goromi spanks her ass again, and then rubs over the spot as though soothing herself. Kiryu watches those long fingers and glittery nails trace over all her intricate dark clouds and flowers as the dildo kisses her inner thigh and more lube seeps from her reluctantly closing asshole.
“Mmh, I’m gettin’ so filthy,” she sighs. “Think I’m gonna go take a shower. Wanna join me? I’ll let ya soap up my tits…”
The live chat erupts into a merry little bout of speculation about Goromi’s no doubt lovely tits.
“Oh, ya like that? Maybe I’ll live stream from my shower the next time. Would you naughty boys be into that?” she says flirtatiously. She straightens up so that the back of her head is out of frame and rolls down her dress so that it once again just barely covers her ass.
“Yer so sweet,” she coos. She wiggles her ass to the camera, just a cute little tease. “It’s been such a pleasure, boys. Goromi-chan will see ya next time,” she murmurs. She turns towards her laptop, extends a hand towards it—
The live stream goes dark. The chat remains, and Kiryu glances through the final rounds of activity.
dokidoki999: goromi-san was in top form tonight
KingKentaro65: cant wait to see her in the shower next time 💦💦💦
Number1GoromiLover69: pleasure cumming with u gentlemen, catch u all on the next stream
Number1GoromiLover70: sorry, got held up. what did I miss
Kiryu grabs a napkin and slowly wipes the screen clean before logging off the porn site and closing his laptop. Then he sits bonelessly at his kitchen table, enjoying the peaceful silence of the apartment. His whole body feels floaty and sated. He waits for the post-nut horror at how much money he’s just spent to kick in, but it never does. He simply breathes, long and slow and deep, and feels happy.
Eventually he gets up. He changes into sweatpants and a T-shirt. He goes to his fridge and digs out an only slightly freezer-burned tub of matcha ice cream. And then he dozes off on the couch rewatching a rom-com he remembers seeing in theaters in 1995 with Nishiki, a few months before going to prison.
Goromi stretches lazily like a cat until she feels her stiff back pop. She’s bone tired. She eases the blonde rat’s nest of a wig off her sweaty head and tosses it onto the desk by her computer. It’s done for. No way is she detangling that.
She winces as she eases into her desk chair and reviews a log of the evening’s donations. Goddamn, what a pounding she’d taken tonight. She scrolls through all the names and smirks. So Kiryu really had shown up. She knew he’d see her sticky note and take the hint.
At first, she’d actually thought Kiryu might be judging her. After all, he’d given himself the stupid name ‘Judgment Kazzy,’ and what the hell was that supposed to mean? But it had very quickly become clear just how much he’d enjoyed the show.
In fact, she was surprised at how many times he’d donated, what a thorough dicking he’d given her. After all, he’d always seemed like a rather frugal person…
She clicks over to the tab that shows her a summary of the total amount from each individual user.
spreadthemwider3415: ¥45,000
keiko_took_the_kids: ¥60,000
JigglePhysicsJotaro: ¥75,000
Number1GoromiLover69: ¥125,000
Ahh, her good ol’ sixty-ninth number one fan. She grins. The regulars sure do know how to treat her right. She keeps scrolling, and then she sees it:
JudgementKazzy: ¥696,969
She stares at her computer screen for a very, very long time. She knows that amount. In fact, she cut a check for that exact amount earlier that very day.
…Is this guy an idiot or something?!
Well, isn’t there a saying about this? ‘A fool and his money are soon parted?’
Goromi slowly gets up from her seat. She powers down her computer, wipes her own come off the wall, and eases out of her sweaty, sticky dress. Then she limps to her bathroom, peeling off her sweat-soaked eyepatch as she goes, and runs herself a hot shower. As her aching muscles ease under the scalding water, she tries to imagine what he must have looked like as he jerked off to her. Was he seated at a desk or sitting on his bed? How did he like to touch himself? What sounds did he make, and were they so different from his grunts of exertion whenever she grappled him to the dirty pavement?
She inhales the hot steam and tries to picture those too-soft, soulful eyes, the expression on his face as he comes.
The problem is that Kiryu is such a big damn sweetie. Thinking about him makes her feel funny and off-kilter, and she’s not sure what to do about it.
No, the problem is that right now on the other side of town, there is a man both too gallant and too boneheaded to hang on to the better part of a million hard-earned yen. What the hell, Kiryu-chan?
No, she decides. The real problem is that now that she’s started thinking about his o-face, she just can’t stop. Kiryu with his cute eyebrows scrunched, face flushed, mouth hanging open. Kiryu drooling around her fingers. Kiryu with puffy, bitten nipples, bouncing on her cock…
Kiryu, with his eyes squeezed shut so she can watch him openly and hungrily. Or maybe he’d open them to look right at her, those pretty eyes begging and helpless as he comes all over his own chest, making a mess of himself—
That does it. She has to see him come. She just has to!
And so, even as she luxuriates in her hot shower, washing the makeup from her face and the rest of the lube from her swollen hole, Goromi sets her devious mind to the task and starts concocting a plan to reunite a certain fool with his money.