A glamorous red flower-patterned kimono, pretty auburn hair done in top-knot with white chopsticks inside, and an over the top of voice.
"Yep, that's a flower shop! Not a sex shop! Please keep it PG, people, I don't want to get banned."
The Korean girl wasn't too loud, keeping traditional social cues in mind to not drag too much attention, but she certainly turned heads everywhere she went. Not simply because of her voice but her figure and beauty. She was cut straight from a video game, with a slender body, snatched waist, average tits, and a delicious booty. All, of course, wrapped tightly in her kimono.
This was the streamer D.Va, otherwise known as Hana Song.
"Alright, guys, I think it's time I go check into my hotel." Hana glanced up at the dark sky. "Yeahhh, it's getting dark. Don't want to get robbed or worse. No offence to my Japanese viewers but I hear you guys can be pervs!"
Tokyo was famously divided into East Tokyo and West Tokyo; the new and old sections of city respectively. The Shimada Clan, for example, was in West Tokyo. They were a mix of tradition and technology, but ultimately, their teachings were an evolution of the past. A long time ago, Tokyo was attacked by Null Sector at least once, who rained drop pods down on the city. But the city had recovered. Every major city did.
Currently, Hana was exploring the area surrounding the Tokyo City Hotel, walking about and checking local shops. She hadn't checked into her hotel yet, having been enamoured by the tourism on the brochure. A little rash, sure, but who could blame her? She was a city girl in a city that was quite different from Busan.
Hana, in her kimono, loud voice, streamer phone, and pink face markings, wasn't too big a deal in Tokyo either. Cosplays and mechs and that sort were rampant in this day and age.
Eventually, she needed to go back. Luckily, there were no crowds or stream snipers. Hana purposely delayed her stream by fifteen minutes so that people couldn't stalk her. The very first mistake she ever made post-Overwatching was streaming in Korea and, in about five minutes, getting swarmed by people. Not fun.
The Tokyo Hotel was a large, dark building that stood out from its neighbours. She didn't want to be treated like a VIP. She signed under a name that wasn't Hana Song and she pretended to have zero association with Overwatch.
Hana was a streamer, a mecha pilot, a military trained woman, and she hated the physical attention that came with. Well, okay, maybe not always, but the point was that she preferred online attention over physical attention.
> manboydude: I heard that hotel got bombed once
> supersimpyofhanasss69: Oh yeah! It did
> supersimpyofhanasss69: I think?
> lfjsha5556: cap
Chat was chat. Hana wouldn't believe it till she was inside.
Unfortunately, in this case, chat was correct. She went up to the receptionist and gave her false name.
"Chun-Li?" The receptionist pursed her lips. "Yes, you are in the system, but…"
"Something the matter?" Hana asked.
Her excitement quickly waned as the receptionist turned apologetic. "I am so sorry, Miss Li. Due to unforeseen gas leak, the pipes throughout the hotel have imploded and your reserved room was…flooded."
"Huh? Wait, what?" Hana was fluent in Japanese, partially because of her time in the military and also because of Overwatch and streaming. She was like an idol, popular all over Asia.
"Your reservation has been cancelled, ma'am."
"Gas leak? Flood? B-but how!?"
"It's just how it is in West Tokyo following the Omnic Crisis. We lost much."
"What about my luggage!?"
"It will...took some time to sort. We understand that you may have sent your luggage to our hotel in advance. But many others have as well. This is a VIP hotel so until the gasing issues are fixed, we will not be able to get to your luggage."
Cue a deep, Japanese-style bow.
"Apologise."
Hana stared the receptionist down, who was bowing her head parallel to the floor. "A-are you serious? But...my luggage...my clothes..."
"You will be compensated monetary-wise, we promise."
"B-but what about my clothes, I can't stay in a yukata forever..." Hana trailed off. "I mean…I planned for this trip! I reserved this place! Can't you give me something!?"
"In the coming days, yes—"
"Like right now!"
Cue a deep bow. "We apologize. It is too dangerous for our workers to go and fetch your items with the gas leak."
"I…"
'Hana, you are on stream. Calm down,' her rational side said. Sighing, Hana closed her eyes and calmed herself down. Once she was okay, she glanced down at her chat.
> DvaFan: where will u go???
> monguy: lol just stay outside
> underwatch: ask some random dude outside lolololol
> Tracey: aw
> lfjsha5556: omegalul
> xxx_poggers_x: find shelter girl
Well, as much concern as streamers could get from their fans.
"Seriously? This is such a bummer," Hana murmured, a slight frown creasing her brow. But being the ever-optimistic gamer she was, she rallied quickly, addressing her viewers. "No worries, guys! We'll make the best of it. We'll, uh…yeah, we'll explore Tokyo some more! I'm sure we'll find another hotel in no time,"
The receptionist, to her annoyance, had the gall to speak again. "Our neighbouring hotels also share the same issue. So there is a chance you might not find a place."
Great. Super great. What, was she supposed to start camping now? She was a gamer and mecha girl, not a girl scout.
"I'll just…" Hana was quick on her toes and asked, "Any cool places to check out then!? If I need a place, then I can just leave the city by taxi."
The receptionist, relieved at Hana's understanding, smiled warmly. "Absolutely! There's a fantastic street market just a few blocks away. And if you're into history, there's a beautiful shrine not too far away either."
Hana's grin returned, infectious enthusiasm lighting up her face. "Perfect! Thanks so much. Alright, guys, change of plans! We're off to explore Tokyo together. Let's do this!"
That was when the receptionist squinted. "By the way…don't I know you…?"
In a panic, she gave a wave to the receptionist and a thumbs-up to her viewers. Hana Song, the beloved embarked on an impromptu adventure through the charming streets of Tokyo, her infectious energy captivating her online audience every step of the way! At least that was what she told herself. Better to be optimistic and sarcastic than depressed.
She took a taxi, briefly talking to the driver, and arrived at LakeTown. It wasn't literally a lake town, it was in fact a mall. The biggest shopping mall in Japan, in fact. She strolled through the mall.
Commentate, make jokes, and enjoy yourself. That was Hana's way of doing vlogs. Simple yet effective.
Passing by Edomaeya, a food stand, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked taiyaki filled the air. "Taiyaki alert, everyone! Can't resist these," she exclaimed, handing over the eighty yen for a warm, fish-shaped treat. She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Huh, I've had store-bought taiyaki. It's much different from the real thing."
The sky was dark and the owner of the taiyaki stand was about ready to leave. Hana was a tinge disappointed—and a bit worried. Taking a taxi to a nearby city was no problem, except that it would take an hour. She didn't know if she'd be able to keep herself awake. No offence but she was not about to trust a taxi driver in a country she had never been in.
Then there was the fact that after all the walking and talking, she was…lost.
"I swear, I turned left, didn't I?" Hana muttered under breath. Nope, totally wrong. She attempted to backtrack, only to end up back where she was. "The GPS is a total bust," she told her chat.
> supersimpyofhanasss69: D.Va! Take a left at the big red lantern
> lfjsha5556: bros lying
> monguy: truer
> underatch: go to a bar lul
> manboydude: leave Tokyo its a freak place
> xxx_poggers_x: girl really got lost lmaooo
> lfjsha5556: lmaooo
> underwatch: lolololol
She took a gander at his surroundings. Since it was her time in Tokyo, she had no friggin' clue. Everything was unfamiliar, no matter how or where she looked.
Her breathing became a bit heavy as she speed-walked.
"Uh, okay, guys, I might have gotten a little carried away here." Hana chuckled, addressing her live stream with a sheepish grin. "I might be...slightly lost. But hey, that's part of the adventure, right?"
> DvaFan: noo you don't want something to happen to you >:
> lfjsha5556: cap
> monguy: true
> monguy: any trues in chat?
Obviously, they weren't taking this as seriously as he was.
She found herself once again in the LakeTown Mall again. Night time above her, the stars twinkling, and her head turning left and right. Her paranoia got to her and she unexpectedly collided into someone.
"Ah!"
"Hm?"
Her forehead hit something hard and soft. Muscle? After recovering, Hana looked up and saw a tall, white man with what she could only describe as normal black hair. Wearing a buttoned-up black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, showing a muscular set of arms, and black slacks, the man was epitome of steely cool.
"Whoa, sorry about that!" Hana exclaimed, quickly steadying herself after the accidental collision. In a yukata, it was quite easy to lose balance.
The man didn't so much as blink. "No worries," he replied. His gaze lingered on her form, a subtle curiosity flickering in his eyes.
Always quick to engage, Hana smiled warmly. "Hi there! I'm Hana. Sorry about that." She gave a bow. The male bowed back. "I'm actually from Korea, just visiting Tokyo for a bit of a vacation. So…yeah, sorry again." She planned to brush past him. Bumping into people wasn't uncommon during streams. A faint hint of surprise lay on his face, however, and Hana waited for him to speak before departing.
"Korea, huh? Interesting. I'm William. Welcome to Tokyo." William spoke in Korean, not Japanese. Woah, that caught her off-guard. "Consider us…cursed."
"C-cursed!?"
"It's a joke." William chuckled and the sound surprised her a second time. "Consider it the land of old-fashioned opportunity."
"Yeah, totally! Tokyo seems…big," Hana chirped.
"What's with the camera?"
"Camera? Oh, um, I'm a streamer."
"Ah, I see. What's your channel?"
"Heh." Time for the shock and awe. "I'm Hana."
"...?"
Huh? He should be surprised. What was with the owl expression?
"Hana Song? Member of Overwatch? Mech chick? Mech babe? Gooner? Gamer?" None of those words resonated with young white male. "Come on, you must have heard of me at least once!"
"No. I know Overwatch. That's really it."
"Whaat? You know Overwatch but not me!? I'm their face! Their symbol!"
"...isn't that Winston? Or the soldier guy?" William took a second look at her. "Never heard of you."
Hana's jaw dropped. He wasn't lying either, at least as far as she could tell. "S-seriously!? I'm live streaming right now too! Wanna say hi to my viewers?"
"How many viewers do you have?"
"More than you'd expect!"
"Not an answer."
"Check and see for yourself!"
Hana angled her phone towards them and formally introduced William to her online audience. "Hey, everyone! Look who I bumped into! This is William. He's a local here in Tokyo."
William offered a brief nod to the camera. "Hello," he greeted. Watching the chat go by, he frowned. "Hm."
Hana smirked to herself. He must have been surprised by the view count. Currently, she was at a hundred thousand viewers.
> xxx_poggers_x: girl how tall is this guy?
> lfjsha5556: seven foot cap
> supersimpyofhanasss69: Nah, Dva is just short lol
> manboydude: i aint into guys but-
> monguy: bros got the ntr villain look 😭
> underwatch: bros handsome
> DvaFan: hi William!
"More than you thought?" Hana asked.
"Surprisingly, yes," William admitted. "Still, streaming this late isn't a good idea." A pause. He looked her over, kimono and all, and under his steely gaze she almost squirmed. "Actually, let me guess, you're lost?"
"Ha?" Hana froze, laughed, then averted her gaze. "N-no—"
"You're lost."
"...yeah…" Hana let out a second laugh. "But I'll be okay! I'll grab a taxi and go to a nearby city and catch a hotel there."
"This is Tokyo. After the Omnic Crisis, drivers don't stay out late."
"Oh." Hana blinked twice. At last, the futility of her situation was settling. "Really? You're not pulling my leg?"
"Dead serious," William said. "Ask someone else if you have to."
She did. Hana quickly grabbed a local's attention, asked them whether there were any taxis, and received a shake of the head. Wearing glasses, in a yukata, and carrying around a camera willy-nilly, from an outside perspective, she was begging for attention—and attention came in good and bad kinds.
"Well, uh…" Hana looked at the camera to address her viewers. "Great?"
Her chat was going crazy, trying to give advice but only feeding into her anxiety. Then again, she was D.va. She would be okay!
'I mean, Overwatch has my mech confiscated temporarily which is why I'm on vacation in the first place but…'
Deep breaths, Hana. Deep breaths.
"Where is your luggage?" William asked politely. "Unless what? You're travelling alone and without luggage?"
"Even I'm not that careless. I have it, it's just...in my hotel. Which apparently has a gas leak and flood."
"Gas leak and flood?"
"Yep. That means no rooms and no luggage. Ugh, it's so stupid! Why the hell does this only happen to me!?"
"Do you have money on you?"
"Woah, woah, is this an attempt to rob me?" Hana smirked and waved around one hand like an exaggerated karate master. "I'm warning you, I got the moves! All that hours of fighting games ain't for nothing!"
"I can't believe I'm saying this." William put a hand on his hip, unsure whether to sigh or chuckle. "If you really need a place to stay, then come with me. I own an apartment unit nearby. Nothing crazy but it'll suffice."
Hana regarded William with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Seriously? You'd do that for a complete, total stranger that's also a celebrity?"
William shrugged. "Yeah."
"Well…thanks. Let's get going then! I cannot walk in this yukata for another hour! No offence!"
Following William through the streets of Tokyo, Hana kept her livestream running, updating her viewers on the unexpected turn of events. "Alright, guys, change of plans again. Shoutout to William for coming to the rescue. We might have a new temporary home for the night!"
William's apartment was generic and run-of-the-mill. A balcony, a staircase to climb, etc. Hana wouldn't have been able to tell it apart from the others.
"Here we are."
His keycard gave him access to the building. Through the foyer and up the elevator they went. Emoya lived on the sixth floor of unit 601. William got his keys out, opened the door, and gestured her in.
"Ladies first."
"Wooow, what a gentleman."
Just like the building itself, William's apartment unit was pretty basic. Not empty, mind you, but bare bones in terms of furniture and design. There were no quirks, unlike Hana's room which was pink and bright and filled with anime-manga posters and figurines.
"Hey, what do you do for work?" Hana asked. "I assume something boring. Seriously, this is the most boring apartment I've been to."
"I'm a translator that moves around a lot."
"Ohh, so that's why you speak Korean and Japanese and English!"
"Pretty much. I don't come home often." He beckoned her over to the hall where a door waited for her. "The spare room is all yours."
Hana sent him a grateful smile. "You're a lifesaver, William. Thanks a ton. And sorry about the impromptu invasion."
William waved off her concerns. "No need to apologize."
"Oh, um, by the way, do you have women's clothes?"
"No."
"Crap. No mom or sibling or..." She gave a teasing wink. "Girlfriend?"
Blink, blink. "No. I'm an orphan."
"Oh." Suddenly, she felt guilt. "Um, my bad?"
"It's nothing to be sad about. I was raised here in Japan. I don't know if you're from Korea or America, but the orphanage system isn't' that bad."
"Hey, look at that, chat. Fun facts about William!" Cue an awkward beat. "Anyway, I'll get going. See ya!"
Hana closed the door behind her and glanced around the spare room that William had generously offered. It was actually bigger than she expected. From what she saw, it was a three-room apartment.
"Okay, guys, here's the room. Nothing too fancy, but it's perfect for a good night's sleep," she announced to her viewers, adjusting the camera to showcase her temporary sanctuary. "And no worries, I'll keep the stream on, just in case William turns out to be a closet serial killer. You know, gotta keep it real."
William, who had overheard her playful comment from behind the door, commented snarkily. "You'll be just fine, Hana Song. Sleep well."
> lfjsha5556: cap
> manboydude: at a dude's place?
> supersimpyofhanasss69: Be careful!!!
> xxx_poggers_x: girl what if he's a creep…..
Hana tended to glance over the usual people in chat—her long-term subscribers. Their comments meant more to her than the randos.
"Nah, I doubt he's some creep guy," Hana said after a quick glance at the door. "Plus, he saw my view count. Buuut, just in case, I will keep the stream on. Better safe than sorry. I mean, if I'm going to beat up a creep I might as well show it."
Her face to the camera, she giggled.
"Imagine the viewership if he does attack me. Gonna be crazy PR for Overwatch."
There were some more concerns and worries, but whatever. She was already here, might as well take advantage of it.
'William might be six-foot-whatever but I'm military trained! He won't know what's coming.'
Hana laughed to herself and rolled over the bed. "Now, let's get comfy and cozy for the night. Sweet dreams, chat. I'll catch you on the flip side!" With that, Hana settled into the bed, her stream still live as she bid her viewers goodnight.
***
The morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains. Hana Song stirred awake in the cozy room William had provided. The familiar hum of her streaming setup and the soft glow of the camera indicator told her that her Twitch channel had been running through the night.
"Ugh, where am I?"
Hana turned, blinking sleepily, and read the chat. 'Oh, right, William. The big white guy.'
Suddenly, the tantalizing aroma of breakfast wafted into the room, coaxing her to full wakefulness. Hana blinked, a smile playing on her lips as she realized the source of the delightful scent.
'Time to turn on streamer mode!'
"Alright, chat, wakey-wakey! Something tells me William's got a surprise for us," Hana announced to her viewers, turning the camera to capture the anticipation in her eyes. She was still in her yukata and more or less adjusted to it.
"Ah, shoot, gotta brush my teeth first—"
That was she thought until she saw a note on the sidetable and a toothbrush laid carefully on it. The note read:
only one bathroom in this apartment. here's your toothbrush
- william
"Sheesh, written perfect Korean too." She looked at it some more. "Honestly, he might write more neatly than me."
The chat roasted the hell out of her for that.
Exiting the room, Hana went to brush her teeth. She carried the camera to the bathroom, although was mindful of where to put it when she took a brief shower.
"I know, I know the guidelines people! I won't show my bare ass!" Snickering, she added, "Not yet anyway! Just kidding, just kidding!"
When she got out, she had to put on her yukata again. When she did, she first made sure to block the camera. "Man, this thing is annoying to put on. Ugghh, wish I had my luggage."
Alas, she didn't.
"My hair too...!" She didn't have the proper products either. Her long brown hair was beautiful and well-groomed. Often, when she was at home it was all fucked up but in public? She was taught PR to a T! As a woman and member of the Korean military and Overwatch, she couldn't afford to look like a gremlin, not unless she was doing it for comedic effect on stream.
Even then, she once got a warning for wearing short shorts by her superior officers. Can't a girl wear shorts in her home when she's live streaming Elden Ring!?
"Lemme ask them about it, chat. Just let me..." She was streaming through her phone, after all. It was a special kind of phone that was both durable and with immense longevity. "Ignore my double-chin," she joked as she pressed her phone to her ear, the camera shoved right there.
"Hello? This is Chun-Li speaking."
"Oh, yes! You came yesterday. Are you here to ask about your luggage," said the receptionist on the other end.
"Yes, do you have an estimate on when I can get my things?"
"Your luggage is in your room and, as requested, is on the top floor. Which, unfortunately, is where much of the gas is concentrated. Currently, we are in the middle of airing it out."
"Seriously, what kind of gas leaked," Hana grumbled. "Ahem, so...when can I get it?"
"Hopefully by tomorrow. Hopefully," the receptionist emphasized. "We have over twenty floors, so we will have to double-check on every room and bathroom. It will take some time. We wish to ensure the highest quality for our customers, so we appreciate—"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Uh, thanks, I appreciate it. Bye!"
Hana hung up and sighed.
"Well, chat, tomorrow is the day when I can actually get my shit. Rest in piece—ooh, what is that smell?"
Breakfast. Right. Smiling brightly again, Hana followed the inviting scent to the kitchen, where William was busy preparing a breakfast spread.
"Morning, Hana. Hope you slept well. Breakfast is almost ready," William greeted.
Her stomach grumbled in agreement as she caught a glimpse of the delicious spread. "This is amazing, William! You didn't have to go all out."
William smiled, placing a plate of sushi in front of her. "It's what I do."
She noticed the empty white bags off to the side. Did William seriously go out in the morning to whip up something for her? Aww, her heart was melting! She could never!
"Then don't mind if I do!" Hana plucked off a sushi piece with chopsticks. "Ooh, is that wasabi? Ooh, and soy sauce! Let's do it!"
"...you're not supposed to do that."
Too late, she was already gobbling on the combination. Cutely, the streamer cocked her head, silently asking, "Why?"
"It's an etiquette thing. Mixing wasabi into the soy sauce is an untraditional thing people do when eating sushi. Don't catch an chef doing that."
"That's kinda dumb." Hana gulped down her sushi. "I think you should always eat what tastes good to you."
"What if somebody likes pineapple on pizza?"
"What do you mean? That tastes amazing!"
"...are you Canadian per chance?"
Hana giggled. She couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. Lost in Tokyo turned into a heartwarming stay and her Twitch stream had captured every twist and turn. "Nope, I'm a proud Korean woman who proudly served my country." With a satisfied grin and mock salute, she resumed talking to her chat. A cozy apartment, cozy food, and no creepiness.
Everything was going great!
"A white guy making Japanese food," Hana exclaimed to her viewers, turning the camera to showcase the delicious spread of sushi. There was everything. No wonder she could smell it from her room! Fatty salmon nigiri with marbled stripes of pink and orange, a row of maki rolls filled with crab, avocado, and cucumber. Tamago with its golden egg layered perfectly over sticky rice. Shrimp tempura rolls with spicy mayo. A little porcelain dish of soy sauce, and, of course, fresh wasabi.
"Aw, crap, hold on! I forgot the most important thing!" The streamer put the camera down and slammed her hands together. "Itadakimasu!"
She reached first for a piece of salmon nigiri, lifting it gently with her chopsticks, fish-side down, and dipped it lightly into the soy sauce.
She placed it into her mouth in one bite, eyes fluttering closed. "MMMMmmmm. Oh my god." When she opened them, she looked at the camera. "Right, what I was saying? White guy making Japanese food? Yeah, I was going to ask, is this cultural appropriation? Let me know folks!"
William poured some tea. It was hard to see but he was smiling. "Glad you like it, D.va."
Ohh, not Hana but her other name. She smirked. "Oh, you know me now?"
"I did a bit of searching."
"What do you think now?"
William blinked twice. "Why don't you use your mech suit to fly around Tokyo?"
"It's government sanctioned, duh." Hana averted her gaze. "Also, I was banned from recreational use since last month."
William snorted. "Of course."
They proceeded to enjoy the meal. Conversation flowed easily between them. Hana talked about herself a lot and William listened with genuine interest to her tales of gaming adventures and travels.
How to describe William...? Well, he was nice. And tall. And handsome. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it made her want to see it more. To be honest, he sometimes looked a bit depressed. Like life hadn't turned out the way he wanted it to.
Anyone could relate to that. Even Hana herself. So she put extra care in making him talk and making him laugh.
The livestream chat buzzed with comments from viewers, expressing envy at the mouthwatering breakfast and sharing messages of support. Hana occasionally glanced at the chat, responding to questions and interacting with her fans while savouring the maki rolls.
"These are my favourite," Hana said. "You said maki rolls, right?"
"Mhm. I learned how to make this when I was out in the countryside."
"Ohhh, you lived there? Were you searching for your parents? Was it an orphan thing?" Hana thought she was being cheeky with him. William answered honestly and with zero offence.
"Sort-of. My parents were obviously not from here. They were from Australia and travellers. When I was young, they got into an accident. Luckily, my mother had a citizenship here so I was allowed into the system. I followed in their footsteps."
"Wait, were they streamers!?"
"No, more like vloggers. They posted online but they didn't get many viewers."
"I gotcha. Vloggers but not streamers. Subtle difference but a difference nonetheless." Hana nodded. At the end of the day, she was both social media savvy and a content creator. She knew the ins and outs better than everyone.
"Wait, what did they do exactly? For work, I mean?"
"They were Michelin reviewers."
"No way! Really?"
"Yep. That's why they travelled so much; it was for work. My mom fell in love with Japan so she became a citizen too."
"And your dad?"
"Stuck to Australia only. He had his pride."
Ha, fair enough! Hana herself had a kind of nationalistic pride, even if sometimes she hated her country.
"I'm glad you learned what you did." The longer this went on, the more she ate. "This is amazing! Especially for me!"
After a satisfying meal and delightful conversation, Hana concluded the breakfast stream with a heartfelt thank you to William and her viewers. "Thank you, William! And chat! Honestly, I thought I was screwed last night!" She glanced at the chat. "You know what? For tier 3 subs that resubscribe, I'll turn on text-to-speech!"
It was a spur of the moment thing. She wanted some donations since she was considering going on a shopping spree today. Tier 3 subs were worth twenty-five bucks so dropping another twenty-five bucks wouldn't be a big deal for her simps.
"Donations of fifty bucks or more will also be featured," Hana added.
"girl here you go!"
"Here Dva!"
"right here!"
Hana smiled to herself. "Simps," she teased. There was no ill-will behind her words. It was the kind of humour she was known for. Still, it didn't make her comment any less true.
"So, wait, you make money from this?" William asked. "From every comment?"
"Mhm, mhm!" Hana flashed him a smile. "Cool, right?"
Yep, there it was again, that smile of his. A real smile. "I'm impressed."
"Hehe, nobody to impress here than you~" Hana replied.
With breakfast done and the Tokyo morning beckoning, Hana expressed her eagerness to explore more of the city.
"William!"
"What?"
"You, my local Caucasian friend, are gonna give us a tour of Tokyo."
Blink, blink. Like an owl. Cute. "Why would I do that?"
"Why not?"
William contemplated her suggestion and shrugged. "Okay. Fine."
"Alrighty!" Hana pumped a fist. "Let's see what this city has to offer," she announced to her viewers, adjusting her camera to capture the excitement in her eyes.
Half an hour later, they were back outside. William pointed out notable landmarks, shared stories about the city's history, and recommended hidden gems. Hana's viewers were treated to a visual feast of Tokyo's sights and sounds, with William's commentary adding depth to the experience.
'Seriously, this guy knows a lot about Tokyo. Is that normal? I don't know shit about Busan besides the temples.'
Then again, Hana was a reclusive before she got into esports.
Stopping at a local market, William encouraged Hana to interact with the vendors and sample some of the city's renowned street food. "The food isn't the best nor does it have the most heart," he explained. "But it's home. They say it's reminiscent of Japan before the Omnic uprising."
Hana, with her camera capturing every moment, excitedly tried different treats, sharing her reactions with her viewers. The chat exploded with emojis and enthusiastic comments. Japan was Japan, a huge hot spot for tourism. There were the quick tours and then there was this: something from the local heart.
Even though it was still a white guy at the end of the day.
Continuing through the city, William showcased the traditional aspects of Tokyo and compared it to the rest of Japan. Indeed, from what she recalled of Tokyo, it was night and day. The year 2076 was full of technology and chaos, especially after the fall of Overwatch. The West side of Tokyo City was like a time capsule.
The tour became a memorable chapter. Hana wasn't sure the last time she had met a friend outside of Overwatch. After being involved in esports and becoming a celebrity, forming ordinary friendships was next to impossible. With William, her heart fluttered as she laughed and chortled. It was different. It was nice.
The morning sun bathed Tokyo in a warm glow. Hana adjusted her camera, ensuring her viewers got the best view of the city's streets. Walking on the sidewalk, side-by-side, they inevitably reached another area.
"This is Riverside Park," William pointed. There was a red bridge in the back. "And that's Tokyo Bridge. It connects the West and East side." He glanced at her phone and the chat. "It was built after the Omnic Crisis. If that bridge is destroyed, the eternity of Tokyo would be in chaos."
"Ohhh. Spooky." Hana's viewers flooded the chat with heart emojis and excitement. William was very quick to respond to questions from the chat. "You're good at this," Hana complimented.
William smiled, relaxed. "I do my best."
The tour continued and they arrived at Shinto. It was the newer district of Tokyo that had undergone great development. "Shinto was supposed to contain no individuality, but it suffered a major setback after a huge incident 2030."
"Woah, seriously? What happened? A terrorist attack? Ahem." Hana cleared her throat. "No racism here, but was it the Omnics?"
"An early Omnic attack, yes, before the Crisis," William replied. "I suppose an Overwatch member wouldn't know."
"Woah, woah, woah! No politics." Hana wagged her finger at William and then her phone. "No politics people."
"...? Okay..."
He didn't get that as a celebrity and member of Overwatch, every little thing she said was recorded and talked about. William didn't mean to but he made it sound like Overwatch didn't care about Omnics. Which wasn't true! Her best friend was a mech!
Anyway, Shinto was a very boring part of town in her opinion. Other than the massive shopping center, there wasn't much to it. There was the library and the harbour but walking there took too much time. William, noticing Hana's yukata might not be the most comfortable attire for further exploration, suggested a detour to the nearby shopping district.
"We should get you new shoes and clothes," William proposed.
"Oh, thank god." Hana sighed. "I cannot walk in this for much longer."
If Hana were an ordinary woman that hadn't been trained to withstand the intensity of a mecha suit, she would have been in much worse condition.
They entered a high-end women's fashion store. William helped Hana pick out a more relaxed and practical outfit for the day ahead. The livestream chat buzzed with suggestions and approvals.
In the end, she opted for a retro-red shirt and tight blue jeans. A mix of eye-popping and casual.
"Cheese!"
She pretended to take a selfie while streaming, puckering up her lips and winking. Hana even got some cosplay and a new bikini. Cool stuff!
"That sure is a lot to pay for," William remarked, blinking.
Hana stuck out her tongue. "I'm rich. Women in the twenty-first century are allowed to be rich, you know that?"
"Um, that's not what I meant..."
Walking out of the store in comfort, Hana told her stream, "Awesome, right chat? Huge thanks to William for the fashion assist!"
"It's a little slutty…"
"Girl turned into a generic onlyfans streamer lmao"
"Sexy lol"
The comments…hurt. Admittedly, it was a little out of her usual style but that didn't mean she couldn't experiment. Pushing past the negativity, Hana and William resumed their tour. William suggested a visit to the Senso-ji Temple.
"Alright, chat, we're headed to Senso-ji Temple. William says it's a must-visit, so let's check it out together," Hana shared with her viewers, the camera capturing the anticipation in her eyes.
Approaching the temple, the air seemed to change. William guided Hana through the temple grounds and explained its history and significance every step of the way. The architecture and serene atmosphere left a lasting impression on both Hana and her viewers. There were marks on the stairwell as if a great battle had happened.
"Trust me, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you," William had said. Hana pouted and begged for him to elaborate but he kept his mouth shut.
Instead, William put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward. "Pay your respects first."
"Oh, right."
Japanese and Korean cultures were different in that the former was less secular. More than that, Hana was a little surprised by his warm touch. It was…nice.
The sun was setting, the sky was orange, and Hana and William returned to the apartment. William set her bags down in the living room while the streamer sat down on the couch and let out a long sigh.
"Alright, chat, we're back! What a day it's been. William's been an awesome guide, and we've got a lot to talk about," Hana shared with her viewers, her energy undiminished despite the day's adventures.
As they settled back on the couch, William suggested, "How about I whip up something for dinner this time? Any preferences?"
"What do you think, chat? Japanese curry, sushi, or maybe a surprise dish from William? Let me know!"
The text-to-speech comments from new subscribers erupted.
"This white boi is aight"
"Sushisushisushi!"
"Currrrry!"
'Hehe. So many subs,' Hana thought, giddy.
With the viewers' preferences in mind, William set to work in the kitchen. Hana continued to interact with her audience. Slowly, the aroma of William's cooking filled the apartment, Hana couldn't help but express her gratitude. "Alright chat, we've got a feast in the making! Hopefully it doesn't taste like poop."
"It won't," William echoed.
"It better!"
Once dinner was ready, Hana and William sat down to enjoy the meal together. The chat erupted with emojis and comments. Hana laughed and talked while William remained quiet. He couldn't understand how she could talk for hours on end. He probably never would.
Once he was done with dinner, he took his plate into the kitchen. He came back out. "I'll be back," William said.
"What's up?"
"Shower," he replied.
Hana shrugged and continued engaging with her chat, responding to messages and sharing highlights from their day. Specifically, the bridge. Something about it told her that important things happened.
Ten minutes later, it happened. The moment that would change D.va's life.
The bathroom door opened. Drip, drip, drip. Water fell in cascades and droplets. A lush smell flooded the apartment unit.
William stepped out of the bathroom shirtless, a towel around his waist, and Hana's attention instinctively shifted, and her eyes widened. Her chat erupted with questions. They couldn't see but they could feel.
Six-foot-two and over a hundred-seventy pounds, William was a white man built out of lean muscle. A big, muscular man who was unquestionably attractive. The way the water went down his body made her shudder.
"Uh, chat, looks like we've got a surprise guest appearance. William, care to explain your unexpected cameo?" Hana tried to mask her flustered reaction with a corny joke. It kinda succeeded and kinda failed.
Because below his chest was his towel, and boy did that white fabric not leave anything to the imagination. William was hung. As in, hung like a horse. Hung like someone from 3D Blender porn. The thick outline of his cock went ten inches down his thigh. Ten frickin' inches!
'Ludicrous,' was Hana's first thought. The second was, 'Damn, he's hot!
The third was an irresistible sensation in her womb.
William was unfazed and mildly apologetic. "Just needed to freshen up. Didn't mean to steal the spotlight, Hana."
Hana, attempting to maintain composure, continued addressing her chat while her cheeks tinged with a hint of blush. "Alright, guys, keep it cool. No need to make things awkward. We're all adults here."
Hana gave a quick glance towards William. Bad move.
"I know where this is going…"
"He's jacked!"
"Girl dva-"
"Dude is SLANGING!"
Maybe the text-to-speech wasn't such a good idea after all…
Hana, still trying to steer the conversation back to a more neutral territory, laughed nervously. "Alright, everyone, let's shift gears here. William, any plans for the rest of the night?"
A small smirk. "Not unless it's with you."
He was teasing her, wasn't she? Ugh, Hana didn't know how to react. She was used to flirting, but not like this. Not when the other half guy was half-naked.
"Lolololol"
"L."
"Bros got game. Don't fall for it."
"Big dick means big game."
"DOn't dooo it!!!!!!!!"
"HANA NO."
"I HATE THIS. DONT! I DIDN'T SUB TO SEE YOU GET HIT ON BY A GUY!"
"Dva gonna cuck on live noooo~!"
"Bruh, y did I sub…"
William chuckled at the text-to-speech comments. Meanwhile, Hana gnawed on her lips. Seriously, these guys were so damn ungrateful. She knew if she got a boyfriend or something that she would lose half of her subs. Like…did no one like her for her? It wasn't like she dressed skimpy either. Her tits were pretty average, though her ass was toned and pasty. However, those features were only accentuated with the proper clothes. Hana never wore v-necks or tight jeans, until today. Today, the one day she got to be with a hot guy and dress up, and she had to hold back because of her simps.
Her lips fell into a frown.
Yeah, all this time, chat had been making fun of her and memeing her. Save for her simps, never once did they care for her well-being.
"If you're a whore, screw him lol"
"Don't do it Dva!!! He's a player! That's y he let you in!"
Yep, the money donations were going crazy. William sat on the couch opposite to her, a leg on his knee, chilling and smirking. He was hot and he knew it.
Just like D.va.
'Screw it.'
Screw the terms and conditions. Screw it all. She was here, she was horny, and she wanted that dick.
"You guys wanna see something?" Hana asked. "You probably won't like it, but…that's what you get for being assholes."
She got up and approached him. Hips wagging, a cocky smile on her face, and casually putting her camera on the table. It was the first time she had released the damn thing of her own accord. Outside of eating and changing, she never let go of it.
Until now.
"How about you do something else with me, hm?"
William raised an eyebrow as Hana made her way towards him. He had been expecting this. After all, he had seen it all before. Women throwing themselves at him, desperate for a taste of his dick. But, then again, there was something different about Hana, something that intrigued him.
Hana Song, aka D.va, was one of those people that rode the new wave of technology. She was an Overwatch member. She was important.
As she straddled his lap, William could feel the heat emanating from her body. Without a word, he pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss that left them both breathless.
Within his towel, his cock stirred.
Hana wrapped her arms around his neck as she straddled him, grinding her hips against his crotch with a slow, teasing rhythm. The thought of him thrusting into her tight cunt made his cock twitch with anticipation. Without breaking the kiss, Hana reached down and unfastened his towel, revealing his towering cock.
"W-woah…"
Throb, throb, throb.
Semi-erect, thick, veiny, and fucking monstrous. The four key words might have even been an understatement. William was simply mouth-wateringly huge. Definitely over a foot-long and definitely bigger than any toy she had used.
"Big?" William asked casually.
"Bigger than big. It's bigger than my can of MountainDew." Hana licked her lips, watching the big, fat cock pulsate. "How about a sloppy toppy, hm?"
Hana's camera, her stream, saw all of this. She had put it on the table, giving a full view of everything. More importantly, text-to-speech was on and loud.
"Hana…?"
"please dont f him"
"WTF IS GOING ON"
"THATS NOT A REAL SIZE"
William was bigger, tougher, and had a cock large enough to put all of D.va's simps to shame. Hana realized this as soon as she heard the text-to-speech subs. She sent her camera a sly smile, pecked William on the cheek, and dropped down.
Fuck, he was massive. A cock hanging that low…it almost felt like she was in a dream. Plap! She lifted the heavy white sausage and slapped it on her own face. She was eclipsed. She was shocked.
Hana wore a slutty, e-girl smile, realigned herself, and gobbled up as much cock as she could.
The semi-erect monster cock turned into a fully erect monster cock. Un-fucking-believable. Her lips were stretched into a perfect O-shape. It was like trying to take in three ordinary cocks at once.
"Mmkmpppph!"
After years of being a gremlin that masturbated and ate big bananas, she had a good idea on what to do. Plus, porn. Duh. Though Hana was sure even female porn stars would struggle to take William in. Big boy was big. Hana sucked the tip off but realized that wouldn't be enough.
"Ngh…" William witnessed her stroke the remainder of his shaft with expert precision. His cockhead was being served by a dedicated tongue and mouth, and everything else was being pumped by a delicate pair of hands.
"Sheesh!" Lips pulling off from the thick tip, saliva connected, Hana took a second to breathe. Her hands still stroking him, she remarked, "My fingers don't touch. What are you, a horse?"
William coolly tapped her on the forehead and ordered, "Back to work."
Hana shuddered, though on the inside, she was squealing. Now this was how a man dominated. "Yes, sir!"
Back down she went.
"Mmmph!"
Hana kept sucking him off, her eyes glued up at him, her tongue teasing his sensitive tip. That was his weakness. She was eager to please him, eager to taste his cum. Indeed, the taste of William's pre-cum filled her mouth, mingling with her own saliva, creating an intoxicating cocktail that she couldn't resist.
She could hear William's deep breaths, feel his girth stretching her lips as she expertly bobbed her head up and down. Hana loved the way he filled her mouth, the way she could taste the power and desire that emanated from him. His white complexion to her paleness. But there was still a part of her that hesitated, that questioned whether she was truly ready for this.
She was Hana Song. She was a member of Overwatch. Exposing herself to be a sex fiend, a genuine sex fiend and not as a joke, might change her life forever.
Yet she continued to service him like his personal slut.
This was uncharted territory for her – giving in so completely to someone else's desires. Could she trust him? Could she let go of her own inhibitions and surrender to the pleasure he offered?
"I'm cumming!"
The answer was answered by William himself, who came inside her without giving her much time. His cock was a heavy thing and so was his load. No, so was his attitude. So far, Hana had only swallowed what? Five or six inches? William, quite casually might she add, grabbed her skull and slammed the totality of his cock down her throat.
His hefty baby batter shot deep inside her, filling her up with pleasure and discomfort as he continued to fuck her throat. Spurt, spurt, spurt!
"Mmmph!"
She couldn't take it, she had to escape. Pop! Hana broke away from his cock and gasped for air. Spurt, spurt, spurt! Several thick streaks of white painted her face. A part of her wanted to stop, to demand that he calm down, but another part of her craved for more.
"Mmmph~!" So the streamer whore went back down to sucking and swallowing.
William smirked down at her. "You're such a fucking cock hungry slut," he announced to the world. "All Asian chicks tend to be but you're something, aren't you?"
Hana couldn't deny the truth in his words - she was addicted to his dominance and how it made her feel alive. He kept cumming and cumming and cumming till she barely understood what was happening.
In the background, Hana could barely make out the comments of her subscribers.
"HANA!"
"WHAT THE FUUUUUK!"
"SHE'S TAKING THAT LOAD LIKE A CHAMP!"
"I HATE WHITE GUYS!!!!!!!!!"
"Bruh...."
"There goes my innocence."
"How is he still nutting.....?"
Hana didn't care. She just…didn't. She stayed there, head halfway down a gigantic cock, and inhaled the musk and nut. Took every greedy gulp she could to swallow and taste it.
"Aaah…" William lifted her by her hair and Hana's eyes had become clouded. Misty, almost pink, and oh-so addicted. "I-I…"
Cum dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her tongue instinctively wiped it away.
William's white cock remained erect. It remained strong as a symbol of her addiction. Her eyelashes fluttered at him. Her trembling hand went out and gently stroked it.
"Are you ready?"
His question was like a mist. A ghost that refused to leave, that she had no choice but to consume.
"Yes…"
Next thing she knew, Hana song was on the couch, hugging a nearby pillow, her ass jutting out towards him. Thwap! His cock slapped the rear of her jeans, smearing pre-cum all over. With his super strength, he ripped her jeans apart, causing metaphorical gasps from her simps.
"THAT ASS THO"
"NO"
"The helllll…."
"MY KOREAN QUEEN NOOOO! NOT THE WHITE BOY!"
Yes, the white boy.
Hana Song's bare ass cheeks were exposed to the world, courtesy of the white boy. On her very own life streaming, she was exposing herself. Ruining herself and her future. William gave her ass one meaty slap.
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. It was thicc but not absurdly so. A perfect match for her lithe body. Then there were her pussylips, peaking between the two mounds.
William shoved a finger between her thighs and elicited a gasp from the pro gamer. "So tight…" he murmured. "So wet…"
Laid on the couch, helpless to his touch, Hana nodded weakly.
Pushing her ass cheeks apart and revealing her wet cunt, William smirked and aligned himself. This was it. He wasn't just taking her virginity here, he was taking everything. All the hopes and dreams of her simps. All the money and dignity she had mustered in her life.
A massive, fourteen inch cock was going to fuck D.va. A cock numerous times bigger than her simps. A cock that no man in her chat could possibly rival.
They all knew it. They all sensed it.
Once he fucked her, it would all be his.
"Maybe I should think about this first—"
CLAP!
Too little too late for regrets. William's pelvis smacked into Hana's ass cheeks, causing an echo that would forever be recorded in Overwatch history.
Her face. Hana Song's lovely face, fit with pink whiskers, the right dosage of ego, and an allure between sexy and cute, was utterly crushed with ecstasy. Her womb, her walls, everything tightened and crumbled in the presence of his big, fat cock.
"MMMM~!" Hana gasped. What the fuck was that gasp—it didn't sound like herself. I-it sounded like one of those damn actresses in Japanese porn! "Y-y-you're soo—ghhh~! So BIG~!"
She came. She tightened. She gasped. She moaned into her pillow.
William, meanwhile, smirked up at her. He was all the way inside. More importantly, she was able to handle him. She was able to handle all those precious inches, unlike some women.
How would she handle this then?
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
A barrage of womb-crushing thrusts. Oh, just how would the gamer girl handle it?
Hana bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself together. She wanted to resist, to tell him that no one else would see her like this. But she was too caught up in the pleasure and the feeling of being dominated by him.
Her eyes drifted and she found the camera. How many people were watching her? Thousands? Tens of thousands?
'Fuck, fuck, fuck—'
"It's soooo gooood~!"
Getting dicked down by a darker, bigger man like this was liberating. Hana Song howled and then buried herself in the pillow again.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"How is it?"
"Sshooo amazing~! Mmmph! Ngh~! Fuck! William! William! KEEP POUNDING ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM~!"
William grinned and did as he was told. SCHALP—! SCHALP—! SCHALP—! SCHALP—! Her cunt squeezed his girthy cock, attempting to wring him for another load. Not yet. He wasn't close. He was going to creampie her after he had melted her into a whore.
"THIS WHITE COCCKKK! MAKING ME CUM! CUMMMM! CUMMIIIINNNG~!"
Quickly, Hana's moans filled the living room as William pounded her. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how he seemed to know exactly what she wanted at every moment. The humiliation and pleasure merged into an intoxicating mix that left her gasping for more.
Her viewers. Her pride. Her reputation—
"What the fuck is going on…"
"I thought you were better than this. Guess you're another asian girl addicted to white dick!"
"My d hard-"
Her thoughts were interrupted by William's rough hands gripping her hips, driving himself in deeper with each thrust. The claps of her ass cheeks were like the sounds of a winning battle. "An Asian girl addicted to white cock. That's what you are."
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! Her eyes rolled back.
How was she supposed to respond? How was she supposed to deny?
"N-no! NO~! I-it's juuust! That's not iitttt! I-I…ngghhh~! HNGGHHJH~!"
"You already admitted it, didn't you?"
Hana bit down on her lip, trying to keep herself together. She wanted to resist, to tell him that she was patriotic and that she did not deserve to be treated like a female protagonist in a hentai. But she was too caught up in the pleasure and the feeling of being dominated by him.
"Yes! YES! YES! I LOVE IT~!" Gasp, moan, shake. "Ah! Ah~! Oh! Oh! Oh gosh! Oh GOD~! William~! William~! YES, I ADMIT IT! I ADMIT ITTTT! I PREFER WHITE COCK! I PREFER YOUR BIG WHITE COCCCK~!"
The couch was beginning to weaken. The springs were making sounds. Squeak—! Squeak—! Squeak—! Squeak—!
The force of his thrusts, their combined body weight, and Hana's sheer resilience was sending out audio that her stream perfectly captured. So he went slightly slower. He switched from an overbearing, rapid pace to something that resembled humanity.
Something that resembled her little simps.
Squeak—! Squeak—! Squeak—! Squeak—!
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"What's wrong, Hana? Too slow?"
His cocky voice told the Korean streamer everything he needed. Huffing and puffing, pupils in tiny hearts, she peered over her shoulder and asked, "Keep fucking me…"
"Hm?" William tilted his head. "What did you say?"
"Keep fucking—"
CLAP!
There it was again. The cock. The speed. The ferocity. The heat.
"KEEP! FUCKING! MEEEEE~!"
His white pole pounded into her. Flesh against flesh, he just kept fucking and fucking without restraint. Hana might have been trained by the military but William was a normal guy. He was here because he had to be.
Fate had brought him here in order to rail some gamer bitch.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He was getting closer. His balls were tightening and Hana was losing consciousness. He wanted her to feel this. He wanted her womb and her walls to understand what he did to her. If his fate was to never return to this world, then he wanted to at least leave a mark.
William grinned down at Hana, his sweat-glistening body glistening under the light. "Fuck, you're such a good little fuck toy," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I'm going to empty my balls and fill you up."
"Yesssh~! Yesssh~!" Through sheer force of will, she pulled herself from the pillow and let out pathetic noises. "Pleeeassh! Pound me~! Pound meee~! Then fill me up!"
William smirked down at Hana, his eyes filled with amusement. His hips were doing all the movement, grinding against her core, as he pummelled his cock into her tight cunt repeatedly. He was too fast for any ordinary human and Hana failed to recognize that.
Still clapping cheeks, still giving her orgasms, he stopped for a moment and taunted, "Oh, you think that'll do it?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "You think I'm just going to creampie a whore like you?"
Panting, utterly exhausted, Hana was finally able to feel him inside her. She was able to feel exactly how deep he was.
Fuck.
It was really deep.
Her breath hitched as she sensed the hard shaft pushing deeper inside her. Throbbing, pulsating, ready to fill her up like a common bitch. Her walls clenched around him, craving the seed that seemed just out of reach.
Cum inside.
Cum inside!
But he refused to. Fists on her sides, his body on top of hers, he stayed there, smirking.
That damn smirk.
"I—"
The moment she opened her mouth, he moved oh-so gently and her lips let out an undignified moan. With each light thrust, William added an extra layer of pressure, teasing Hana mercilessly. He leaned in close, his hot breath against her ear as he whispered dirty words that made her pulse quicken.
"You want my cum inside you? You want me to fuck you raw?" William growled lowly, his voice sending shivers down Hana's spine. "What about all your viewers?
"V-viewers?"
That was when she heard it again—her simps. Her pathetic, lowly simps that were simply watching.
D.va didn't care.
"Cum in me~! Just cum~! CUM! FILL ME UP~!"
She was beginning to move her hips, though not for long, because following her declaration William went balls-deep and sent his load into her womb.
"Take it!" He grunted and whispered in her ear, "Take it all."
He came enough to rival the combined volume of a dozen of her viewers. His balls clenched and shook with greater ferocity than thousands of them. He came long enough to outlast them all.
Throb, throb, throb. Spurt, spurt, spurt.
All over the world, men came at the sight of it. Men witnessed Hana's back arch and her eyes rolled back. William continued to grunt, continued to cum, and continued to give her what no man ever had. His cumshots were akin to gunshots. His cock was a gamer girl's wet dreams. His balls were thrice the size of any of her feeble simps.
He wasn't just cumming inside her, he was breeding her. Giving her womb that which it lacked for twenty-plus years—a male's sperm. A real male's sperm, not whatever her simps gave her.
"Haah…" William let out a sigh. Still inside, he slowly pushed himself up. "That was good."
When William pulled out, her viewers were able to see the way her cunt clung to his cock. The way cum was still attached to that thick, fist-sized tip to the freshly glazed pussy.
And D.va herself?
The icon of Korea moaned in response, unable to form coherent words through the haze of pleasure. Dozens upon dozens of orgasms had crashed into her, all because of one cock.
William sat on the couch to catch his breath. His white cock, nice and long and still fucking erect ("fucking hell, look at that thing!" said one of her high-tier subscribers), refused to soften. Instead, it perked up as he arbitrarily glanced at her sperm-packed hole.
Spank!
Also arbitrarily, he slapped her ass. A jet of cum squirted out. His sofa was desolated, both from the sex and the overwhelming slush of cum flowing out of her.
Then he noticed the camera. He smirked, got up, and took a single long stride to reach it. A single long stride that momentarily showed just how fucking massive he was compared to the average man. There was a reason Hana fucked him. There was a reason she chose his hospitality over theirs.
With the camera in his hands, he accidentally pointed it at his cock then up to his face.
"Fckcfcukfuckcufkc!"
"Screw you!"
"Ur dick is three times my size."
"Can you teach your ways…"
"I want IT!"
William chuckled. Some were acting like simps and others were accepting it. Regardless, he had something to say. "You guys will want to see this," he said, going over to the sofa and sitting down again. He gave the viewers one last smirk before pointing the shaky device over.
Long legs spread apart, firm ass cheeks, breasts that were hidden in the sofa, and a hole that was stuffed with his seed. She was twitching. Shaking.
"Ssshoo…good…!"
She loved it.
William reached forward and turned her face over. Her ahegao face was for all to see. The stuck-out tongue, the unusual pupils, all of it.
All of D.va's simps, all of her male fans, were forced to look upon her delirious state. Hana was a moaning, creampied mess. Her hole was pouring with thick, viscous white goo that refused to stop. The sofa was in ruins.
Hana might have fallen asleep but her viewers didn't. All over the world, D.va's simps stayed up late, screenshotting and recording every little moment of her sex tape. Every thrust, every whiny gasp, every scream, and every one of her expressions were permanently stored on the internet.
It was a scandal.
But it was also full of envy.
She went to fucking Japan, a homogeneous society, and yet she got her shit rocked by a white guy. Big, fat white cocks ruled the world. At least that was what it seemed like to D.va's simps.
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