'tis finally a mature scene. My first one I've ever published, so be warned for cringe if any (most likely)!
Warnings for this chapter: mature scene, underage webcam streaming, dubious consent, depictions of blood, gore, implied torture, intimidation, implied murder, and minor character death.
The ONLY reason why dubious consent is in the warnings is because Yūji never wants to cam stream, but she does it to earn the money. I am still putting it in the warnings because it still is dubious consent.
YŪJI
"Hello~ have you all missed me?" Yūji asks in a higher pitched voice. She was sitting on top of her bed wearing white mesh thigh high socks connected to baby pink garter belts, those being connected to a baby pink underbust corset, white lace panties, and a white lace bra. Her hair was curled and put up into two pigtails and wore a baby pink masquerade mask over her face. Her eyes were a dull brown instead of their glittering gold and her lips were painted a baby pink.
Yūji sat on her ass with her feet to either side and had her hands pressed against the bed, making her back arch and put her tits on display. She had her head tilted back and a shy smile on her face.
Bby i missed u where were u
take off the panties. I want 2 see that pusy
Venus you didn't stream last week!
Yūji pouts and leans back, making her back arch more. "'m sorry... I was sick. I'll make it up to you all, though... Today's gonna be extra special for you."
She smiles brightly and slowly drags her hands up her thighs. She drags them up to her throat, showing off the black choker she had on.
"Do you all like my new set? One of you anonymously gifted it to me... I really, really like it." Yūji slowly stretches her body, pushing her tits closer to the camera. She looks towards the computer when she hears the familiar note that someone new has joined.
Satoru_28 has joined the stream.
Yūji pauses at the familiar name before giving a sultry smile to the camera. It wasn't him.
"Looks like we have a new viewer for this very, very special stream. Hello~" The pink haired female greets as she goes back into her original position. "If you didn't know... my name is Venus. I hope you enjoy the stream, Satoru-kun."
Yūji, like always when she does these godforsaken streams, starts with a strip tease. She starts with the socks first, lifting her legs up and giving the camera a clear view of her barely covered pussy and asshole. A small sigh leaves her mouth as she continues on to the garter belts.
"I have something very special planned for you all, so I won't be taking any requests tonight." Yūji moves her hands up from her inner thighs, lightly touching her clit with an airy moan before grabbing the panties by its straps. She shimmies herself out of them, making sure to make the hip movements a bit more dramatic.
"An anonymous sponsor bought something from my wishlist. I'll be trying it for the first time tonight, to show my appreciation. It was really expensive," She says as she passes her corset and starts to unclip her bra.
She hums softly and tosses the bra away with a smile. Yūji moves her legs as she glances at the chat.
Ur so pretty
no toy can beet me. tel me your adress and i can come show u.
It's nice to meet you, Venus. You're stunning.
Yūji feels her cheeks warm at the compliment. She giggles and places her head in her hands, facing the camera.
"Thank you, Satoru-kun! You're quite the charmer it seems," Yūji says brightly. Her sultry smirk comes back and she stands on her knees.
"Apologies for the view. I need to get it ready." The pink haired teenager stops smiling as she grabs the sybian one of her viewers had sent her. Her pussy was in full view for the camera and Yūji takes the opportunity to roll her eyes.
The smile is plastered back onto her face as she sits back into view. She easily holds up the sybian and sets it down between her legs.
"Surprise!" She does jazz hands before giggling again. Yūji places her hands on the large object and leans forward.
"A loyal viewer and anonymous sponsor gifted it to me, so I'll try it out tonight! I've never used one before, but I read the instructions and you all will be given a first row seat!" Yūji says softly, slowly straddling the sybian. The silicone dick presses against her clit, making her bite her lip.
"I haven't prepared myself, but I'll go ahead and start. I hope you all enjoy~" She adds before lifting herself up. She releases a whimper as she teases her entrance with the tip of the dildo.
"They always like it when I'm in pain..." Yūji thinks bitterly before a silent sigh leaves her mouth. She braces her legs and slams herself down on the sybian, releasing a small scream.
The dildo wasn't the biggest she's taken, but it still hurt like a bitch when she takes it without any preparation, or lube. She's fine with pain, having got used to it with how fucked up her fans are, but sometimes she just doesn't feel it. Like today.
Yūji releases a whimper and can't help the few tears that fall as the pain shivers up her spine. She takes in a deep breath and gently rocks back and forth in an attempt to ease the pain. She opens her eyes and squints through the tears to read the comments, slowly adjusting.
U stil tite even after all those dildos.
youve taken bigger. get to it Venus.
i wanna c u cum bitch hurry
Venus, baby, you shouldn't put it in so quickly. It must hurt.
Yūji can't help the flush appearing on her skin at the pet name. She bites her lip at the burning pain when she moves a bit.
"I'm sorry. I'm usually okay with the pain, but I'm alright. Don't you worry about me, Satoru-kun," Yūji partially lies with a sweet smile. She leans to the side and turns on the sybian without much hesitation. A small whine leaves her throat as the dildo starts moving. It makes the burn worse, but Yūji fakes a squeal. She needed the money if she wanted to get Sukuna something nice for Christmas.
The dildo slides against her g-spot, making Yūji moan with her head tilting back. "Tomorrow's gonna be awful."
Yūji wakes up to her alarm blaring across the room. She opens her eyes and glares at the spot she placed her alarm clock before slowly sitting up, throwing a pillow at the alarm clock. She hisses in pain and reaches a hand down to grab one of her thighs. Her entire lower body was screaming in pain.
Yūji slides to the edge of her bed and slowly stands up. She needed a shower. Her entire body felt sticky from sweat and her muscles were sore from how long she streamed last night.
"Yū-nē, are you awake?" Junpei lightly knocks on the door before opening it. Yūji pulls her blanket over her lap and hides the lace panties she had put back on instead of changing for a more comfortable pair last night.
"Morning, Junpei. Are you getting ready for school?" Yūji asks, stifling a yawn. Junpei smiles softly and opens the door wider, revealing the tray of steaming oatmeal and some orange slices he held.
"I made you breakfast... and a package got delivered earlier. It looks expensive. Did another... sponsor gift you something?" Junpei asks quietly, walking in with the tray. Yūji blinks at the information before frowning slightly.
She doesn't recall any messages about a gift being shipped. "No... but I might have missed something. Thank you for the breakfast. Where's Sukuna?"
"Getting things ready. Everything's about to take off. I'll be leaving soon to help the girls get situated," The black haired teenager explains with a small smile. Yūji smiles back before taking a bite of her oatmeal.
"You both know how I want these girls treated. I'll come by tomorrow to start giving out clients." The pink haired female nibbles on an orange slice. "How's it going with the wine? Is it ready?"
Junpei frowns and shakes his head with a sigh. Yūji smiles sincerely and pats the spot next to her, making Junpei relax slightly. He walks over and sits down, resting his head on his big sister's shoulder.
"Not enough for the grand opening. Yet. During break, I'll be able to get more," Junpei answers tiredly. Yūji hums as she continues eating her breakfast.
"Neither of you have to do this. Now that we've all finally gotten settled, I can handle all of this. I'm the one meant to be providing for you all," Yūji says softly, giving her brother a small nudge with her shoulder. Junpei frowns and gives Yūji a small look.
"You already... you already do that–have been doing that for years. You–you don't deserve it. I–we all want to help you. You deserve to relax. What happened–let Aniki and I help out." Junpei looks up at his sister in determination. Yūji smiles softly and gently places a hand on his cheek. She brushes his bangs away, revealing the severe burn scars above his right eye.
"We're not in Sendai anymore, but I'm still your big sister. It's my duty to be the one to care for you all. It's my duty to protect you all," Yūji presses a kiss to the scarred forehead, "but I'll teach you all. How to be successful–how to not get caught."
"You've done more than enough... you've given us all a normal life. Let us give you one too..." Junpei trails off in a soft voice. Yūji huffs in amusement and gently traces the cigarettes burns on his forehead.
Her smile falters and she sighs. "I'd gladly give up a 10,000 normal lives and a million luxurious lives just to keep all of my brothers alive and cared for."
"...I love you Aneue..." Junpei gives Yūji a tight hug. She smiles and returns the hug, giving her little brother a kiss on his head.
"I love you all with my entire being." She releases the hug and gently pushes Junpei away. "Now, get going. I want the girls to do their regular routines. Make sure they know that whatever money they earn, the travel back will not affect it."
"Good luck on your exam, Yū-nē." Junpei gives Yūji one more hug before getting off the bed. He walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Yūji shakes her head with a smile before finishing her breakfast in silence.
She sighs and sets the empty tray on her nightstand, getting up again. Yūji hums a small tune under her breath as she grabs the towel lazily hanging over her closet door.
"Bath, here I come~!" Yūji hums to herself with a small skip to her step.
"Onēchan! Onēchan! Nīsan and Kechizu and I are heading to the park!" Eso shouts from the living room. Yūji frowns slightly before sighing as she reaches the bathroom.
"Be careful! Do you have the emergency phone with you?" Yūji shouts from the bathroom door.
"Yes, Ane! We'll be back before you leave for school!" Chōso shouts back, making Yūji smile softly.
"Be safe!" Yūji sighs before closing the bathroom door behind her. She trusts Chōso enough to protect his brothers, but she still worries. The wonders of the big sister role.
"Yū-nē, I'm leaving too!" Junpei muffled shout comes from the living room. Yūji rolls her eyes with a huff as she starts taking off her clothes.
"Okay, okay! You be safe too. And tell Sukuna what I told you!" Yūji plugs up the bathtub drain before turning on the hot water. Time to relax for a bit.
SATORU
A cheerful whistle tune echoes throughout the empty warehouse. Satoru had his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks as he walked in the horribly lit building.
"Gojo-sama... he's ready to talk," Some low-ranking man speaks with a deep bow next to the open door. Echoing sounds of crying and sniffling come from the room.
"Mm." Satoru doesn't give the low-rank any more acknowledgement, walking into the room. A man, beaten beyond recognition, kneeled in the middle of the room, sobs heaving from his chest in wet wheezes. Blood flows freely from his nose and mouth as if it's a fountain, staining the floor and the two people collapsed on the floor. It was a woman and a teenage boy, both dead.
"Good morning, Sasano-kun!" Satoru greets cheerfully with a bright grin. The man whips his head up with wide eyes filled with terror. Satoru hums before he stops in front of the man. He crouches down in front of him, peering over his sunglasses.
"G-Gojo–I–p-please..." The man struggles to speak, blood just oozing out of his mouth. Satoru makes a small noise of disgust when the blood splatter lands on his cheek.
"Sasano-kun, you have been amazingly loyal to me. Always in service and always exceeding past your expectations," The white haired man starts brightly.
The man starts to sob even harder. "Go–jo-s-sama... I–I–s-so–"
"So, it's a bit surprising that you would simply betray me because of an addiction! Something I could have easily helped you out of if you had simply asked," Satoru interrupts the pleading man. He kneels forward as best as he could with his hands chained behind his hands. His forehead rests on the blood-soaked floor as he continues to sob.
"Tell me who managed to make your loyalty a lie and tell me what you stole." Satoru's tone changes to freezing ice and dark promises. The man sobs even louder, his shoulders shaking.
"Th-the–C-C-Carrier." He chokes on his own blood and coughs loudly, blood splattering on Satoru's shoes. "St-Sto-ole the–the Vessel. G-Gojo-s-sama. Go–"
A bang echoes in the concrete room, blood and brain matter splattering at the floor in front of the man. He falls limp, face slamming into the ground. Satoru tilts his head and stares at the corpse with dark satisfaction before standing up. He places the handgun back into his holster and walks towards the door. Kento stood at the door with a tablet in his hands.
"Hey! Nanamin! What're you doing here?" The white haired man asks with a bright, and slightly manic, grin. Kento gives him a blank stare before shoving the tablet into his hands.
"Yūji-san is a double major at Tokyo Jujutsu University. Business and Fashion Design. She received a full-ride scholarship at 15 years old. She's the sole provider and caretaker of her siblings and was emancipated when she was 16. She moved to Tokyo a few months before she attended TJU," Kento states calmly as he and Satoru start walking out of the room. Satoru hums in interest swiping through the pictures with a bloody finger.
A news article of 15 year old Yūji. A picture of Yūji winning an amateur fashion show. A picture of Yūji standing next to 11 year old Aoi as he holds up a trophy for some fighting tournament.
"Where did she live before Tokyo?" Satoru asks curiously, noticing the important information missing from the background check.
Kento stays silent for a moment, making Satoru look up. "...I don't know."
"You don't know?" The white haired man asks in slight surprise. Kento shakes his head with a frown.
"It's practically been wiped off the face of the Earth. The news article states that Yūji-san is from the countryside, but it doesn't say where. There is no other evidence of where she, or her brothers, lived before." The blonde man scowls. "She's a ghost."
"A ghost that saved my children out of genuine kindness," Satoru says as an afterthought. He turns off the tablet and hands it back to his right hand.
"Was the package delivered?" He asks, shoving his bloodied hands into his pockets. Kento hums with a nod, scrunching his nose at the blood smeared screen of his tablet.
"Yes."
"Megumi and Nobara have been asking nonstop for Yūji to come and visit. The older ones have been starting to get curious too," Satoru states with a chuckle. Kento gives his boss and old friend a deadpan expression.
"I am not your chauffeur. Ijichi-kun is," Kento states in a sharp tone. Satoru whines and pouts like a child.
"But Nanamin! Yūji-chan's intriguing!" Kento gives the childish man a dark look.
"...I'll have Ijichi-kun retrieve her during the weekend. Make sure to text her and see if she'll be free," Kento gives in to his friend's antics. Satoru grins in triumph and wraps an arm around the blonde's shoulders.
"I can always count on you, Nanamin!"
"You owe me a slap, you know. Yūji-san calls me that now."
"Aw! But it fits you!" Satoru leans closer. "Na-na-min!"
Satoru yelps and stumbles to the side, holding his quickly reddening cheek. A vein pops out from Kento's forehead as he rubs his red palm.
"Nanamin, you slapped me! How could you~!" Satoru cries dramatically, still holding his cheek. Kento sighs heavily in exasperation and slightly quickens his pace.
"I'm not that gold digger of a fiance you have. I can do what I like," Kento says harshly, making Satoru pout.
"Nanamin!"
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! So, finally a mature scene.
I've never really written anything like that, but–as much as I reluctantly admit it–I have read plenty, so I think it's pretty decent. Smut is NOT going to be the main point of this story. I just added it, because it makes it *Spicy* and because... sexual tension is going to be both a friend and an enemy.
I hope you all are enjoying the story! Bye.
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