/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

i hate both of their faces so fucking much i want nothing more in this world than to punch the peanut in his dumb fucking maw

If there was a Hololive vs Nijisanji boxing stream event, who would be in the matchups and who would win?

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>You're a fresh tourist, roaming Tokyo for Pokemon centers and cheap games is used stores
>After a good day of bargain-hunting you stop at a bar and get wasted off cheap sake
>A weird woman keeps shooting looks at you all evening (Am I being rude?)
>You look in your wallet and realize that the famous japanese taxi won't leave you enough money for a hotel and you'll have to walk
>Halfway through quiet suburbs you realize that your drunk ass is alone like it's I am Legend yet you keep hearing faint steps
>You turn around suddenly a few times, but nothing's there.
>Eventually you get a bit lost, so you turn on your phone and open Google Maps
>As you finally see the planned route a swift punch hits you in the side of the head
>w-what the fuck? yakuza? a druggie?
>You drop like a bird off an electric fence and someone starts dragging you off
>You try to resist, but every time you almost rip out of their hands they punch you in the top of your head and keep dragging you
>After a few minutes of barely-awake trance your eyes get blasted with light
>It's a garage. You're leaning against a Lancer. Late 90s model. Maybe an Evo, can't tell.
>A door opens. It's that weird woman from the bar, now wearing a yellow jacket with a dress underneath and a....brown wig with dog ears?
>She walks towards you, grabs you by the hair and puts you completely down on the floor.
>Then she pulls out a knife out of one of the jacket pockets.
>"please n-no" you mutter but she cuts you off by angrily whispering "urusai!" while cutting off your belt and undoing your buttons
>By that moment you realize that you don't feel any fabric under the dress. She's not wearing panties.
>She pulls out a pair of cuffs and locks your hands to the spokes of the car wheel before pulling off your pants enough to see your cock.
>She breaks her stern expression for a moment. Impressive. She likes what she's seeing.
>She lifts her dress, revealing a clean-shaven light-pink pussy. It looks much younger than the face of the woman would suggest.
>Finally she guides your flaccid cock into her insides and puts it in. It's tight. If you could feel anything right now you'd moan just from that.
>She instantly starts moving fast. The pure intertia from her intense riding makes her hips slam into yours with a near bone-breaking force
>She moans ever so lightly, as if trying to hide her voice or thinking only about the effort, not the pleasure.
>She unbuttons your jacket and rips your shirt open, falling on your chest and scratching it with her nails.
>You're feeling something coming. She feels you getting stiffer and only ups her pace. No mercy. As you cum, she grabs your cheeks and squeezes them hard, forcing your mouth open before puttting her tongue in and slamming her hips down, taking all of your cock in.
>She roughly french kisses you for a minute or two while you are still inside her and then slowly lifts her hips.
>When your cock falls out of her slippery hole, she finally lets your mouth rest, stands up and walks off, leaving you and puddles of fresh seed on the cold garage floor.