/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

"No, not that one," Korone says, ears drooping softly as she can see the small hint of disappointment on your face. Her gaze is drawn to a white dress shirt to your right, and you can see the spark in her eye. "I think this would look great on you!"

Holding the green tee up by the hanger, you look over to the top in question. You furrow your brow, but quickly relent. It's not your style, sure, but...well. Korone likes what Korone likes. Mocking surrender, you hang the shirt - featuring your favorite band, Anon and the Mous - back on to the rack, grabbing the one your girlfriend picks out. She slides into your side, leaning into you and planting a gentle lick on your cheek. You grin sheepishly in response, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand. Your embarrassment only seems to fuel her delight.

It's been a weird few months with your new girlfriend. The age difference was something you got over fairly quickly, as you're not one to judge, but you feel like things have been progressing rather...fast. Within five months you were already living with her, learning how to cook things you'd never heard of for her, learning to cook IN GENERAL, getting a better sleep schedule, getting more and more into exercise and the like...all because of her. You don't think it's anything worth complaining about, necessarily. You're healthier, you're well rested...and apparently now your sense of style is getting an upgrade, too. Hell, Korone even pulled some strings to get you a job at Cover, and you're flying through the corporate ladder with regards to promotions and the like. Your life is on the up and up, all thanks to her. She's quick to point out little things that could make your life easier...even if it's not exactly to your liking. You don't really feel button ups - or dress shirts, whatever the difference is - that much. Sure, you dress appropriately for the office, but you'd like to at least dress down on the days off... but, if it makes Korone happy with you, you suppose you don't have reason to complain.

Arriving home, Korone wraps her arms around one of yours, tail wagging enthusiastically.

"You've changed so much," she coos, rubbing her face into your shoulder sweetly. "You make me so proud..."
"Jeez, Korone," you flush, reaching over to pet her head. You run her hand over her ears softly, scratching gently at them as you do so. "It's all thanks to you, y'know. You've done a lot for me...helping me be a better person and all. I don't know how I could repay you."

As soon as you say that, Korone stops her head rubbing and shoots you a look.

"Are you taking ideas?" she asks in an almost...sultry voice. Something within you twinges as you nod. "Then...do you wanna come to bed with me?"