/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Imagine being Matsuri in that 3D stream and having to be all like "damn, Senchou, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific aging monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my roommate and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck another 12 year old in her dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Matsuri and not only stand in that room while Marine flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking pussy stench but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, SENCHOU LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her granny fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and lolis and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Japan. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "youthful (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then A-chan calls for another take, and you know you could rape every single person in this room before A-chan could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Natsuiro Matsuri. You're not going to lose your future idol career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.