/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Virgil enters the room, and sits next to you on the couch
>So, what do you want? she says softly, leaning towards you enough that you can hear her clothes rustle.
>Cunny

A single drop of sweat trickles down from her eyebrow, and her smile jerks a little awkwardly
>Uh, Uhm, If you could think of something else? I cant really do that..

You repeat yourself again, sensing shes weak to pressure
>Cunny?
She stays silent for a moment, with a neutral expression.
>Oi.

hmm. Okay, that didnt work. You put on your best begging stray impression to negotiate.
>.. I wanna sip

Virgils face scrunches up a little, peering at you with a confused look
>Sip? What the fuck are you saying?

>I wanna.. yeah. Just.. could you uh, fetch a glass?
Her face relaxes a little.

>So your just thirsty!, Ill grab something real quick, gimme a sec!
She hurries out the room, looking enthused. I start grinning.

>I'm back anon~
She places some strange smelling orange liquid in front of you

Without pause, you pick up the glass and pour all the contents on the floor.
Stood stock still, Virgil looks down at you incredulously
>What the FUCK! HEEEEY! What the fuck !?

You clear your throat.
>I would like to drink your breast milk. Anything else would be like drinking sandpaper dipped in poison ivy! PLEASE!
Kneeling down, you slam your head into the spilled drink on the floor, shouting at the top of your lungs

Virgil is a little quiet, seemingly distracted.
>Ummm, sorry.. I've lost track of what your talking about?
laughing nervously, she trails off.

Ok, one more push.
>I'm sick and theres only one cure! I need to partake of your fountain of youth, possessing the most delectable fragrance, the smoothest texture and a flavour to send me into raptures! Its all thats on my mind, im obsessed!
I haven't slept in weeks, my throat is rasped beyond repair, and no matter how much I drink I just get thirstier! Please my angel, grant me this simplest of wishes! Just a sip!

After yelling into the floor for a bit, I glance up to see her expression.

Shes glancing around awkwardly and fidgeting, but seems to have been paying attention?
>Hmmmm? Well...I dunno...
She cuts herself off to take a big sigh
>Look, I cant produce anything anyway.. Just give it up alright?
She starts grinning stupidly to herself and giggling
>Your a big fucking idiot, dogeza? Its useless, useless! Your face looks SOOO stupid!

I start up straight and grab onto her hand. Tear streaking down my distraught face, I cry
>YOUR INFERTILE??! OH MY GOD IM SO SORRYY

>SHUT IT!
She headbutts me in the nose.

>GYAFUUN~

I collapse back onto the sofa, the spilled drink I had shoved my face into earlier stinging my eyes and nose. I cant see properly for a moment, but I can hear her muttering under her breath.
>God I feel stupid...
She seems exasperated, wiping her hand on her coat vigorously. What, do I have cooties?
>No, im not infertile you fucking retard, I'll make YOU as such If you keep chirping though, okay?

>So I can have a sip then right?

>Your not listening!?
She starts loudly exhaling, resembling a sound between a windscreen wiper, a plane taking off and the weird squeaking sound beach sand makes as you walk through it.

>Fine! I'm leaving then. There are plenty of vtubers that will let me drink their milk!
I turn to leave, pouting
>You just said you wanted mine?
Her tone turns a little.
>Heeeey, whats this? huh? Little bitch boy running away with his tail between his legs? Oi Oi~

Okay. Shes taken the bait.
>I mean, now that I think about it, your right. You couldnt produce anything anyway, so theres no point asking.

With a slightly perplexed face, she says
>Well I mean cmon.. I-I'm not preg- you know! It just not possible!!

At this point I was ad libbing a little, so I responded with a confident bluster.
>Are you actually confident that when push to comes to shove, you wouldnt just be another formula cuck?
I continue, smirking
>If you actually wanted children their health would suffer, and you'd lose out on really special bonding time. If youve never done soemthing before, why would you be confident that at the crucial moment it wouldnt go wrong? *Especially* with *chira those?

Turning her head away, Virgil clearly looks uncomfortable, tensing up a little
>Could you drop this topic. Just stop it.
She looks back at my face to continue, her voice rising
>Is this really it? Is this all you wanted? Its just so moronic, I cant believe you!