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Written for the 100femslash challenge on Dreamwidth
Prompt 56. Tempt
Title: Don’t Tempt Me with a Good Time
Ship: Scytheshipping Ema/Kyoko
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS
Word Count: 4,162
Rating: M
Warnings: None
Tags: Alternate Universe – Career, Parasocial Relationships, Flirting, Fetish Mining, Corruption Kink, Voice Kink, Gay for Pay, Questioning, Internet Culture
Every doctor, nurse, pediatrician, anesthesiologist, neuro surgeon and medical professional in between have some kind of coping mechanism. For some, its liquor and booze. For others, it's gambling or virtual pet simulation games. But for Dr. Taki Kyoko?
It's online trolling.
No, not like that. She doesn’t leave hurtful messages under posts nor does she spread misinformation. She just had an odd hobby of going into live streams on different platforms, finding a cute girl who’s doing cute girl things for the male gaze, and sending tips or super chats and such to coerce that streamer’s “girlfriend experience” gimmick into something more… Diverse.
Into something better suited to her sapphic tastes as a lesbian.
This was Kyoko’s release valve. She liked the idea of bribery and corruption, of seeing a straight woman bend her sexuality for money. This was Kyoko’s fetish, even. It couldn’t be farther away from her real life’s day to day. Where she upheld herself to the Hippocratic Oath to the most stringent of standards, where she wore gloves, kept herself on the straight and narrow as she all but bathed in hand sanitiser until her skin was red and raw.
And she had just gotten off a particularly rough day shift. The kind of day they made documentaries about, it was so catastrophically bad. It started out small but as with everything, it turned into a terrible tumbleweed of intertwined disasters. A shipment of clean medical supplies didn’t arrive on time and a rookie nurse was chewed out for lifting milligrams of restricted substances for recreational uses. There was a sudden knife fight in the ER and there was a wave of the worried well when a care facility reported an outbreak of an easily contained illness of the sexual type and then. To top it all off, there had been a police chase gone wrong and multiple vehicles had rolled.
Sure, most of that wasn’t Kyoko’s department but it all overlapped. They had to share the same toxicology machinery and X-ray specialists and they all went through everything from scalpels to gloves fairly quickly so nerves were frazzled. Mistakes were made. Nothing was truly rectified but at least Kyoko didn’t have to pull an all-nighter. She was strictly on the day shift and once that sun went down, she got out like a bat out of hell.
All so she could go through her post-shift self care ritual. If they wanted to keep her in tip-top shape as a neurosurgeon, then she needed the time off to rest her own brain so her fine motor skills couldn’t degrade. In university, as part of her training, she had carved the kanji of her name on a five hundred yen coin using a micro-laser to prove that she could be trusted with being elbows deep in grey matter and so far. Her skills had not dulled and Kyoko was sure of it because she kept things simple after her shift ended to keep her mind off both the good and bad of how she earned her paycheque.
Tonight, it was takeaway from her favourite dumpling shop, a six pack of her favourite beer from the convenience store across from her apartment building, and slobbing it up in her home office’s gamer chair in front of a wide, curved monitor, and her chew toy’s stream open and raring. It was here that she did her trolling.
She had good etiquette and finesse. She kept her cards close to her chest and observed the average interactions between streamer and chat. Anyone can be a knuckle dragger and spoil the mood by asking inappropriate questions or spamming slurs as a first time chatter. Kyoko did her research. She lurked. She made sure that the streamer in question was likely to play into her game, for good or bad.
Recently, Kyoko had become a fan of the achievement hunter and treasure hoarder Ghost Girl who only had a handful of hacking controversies in the first person shooters that she played at an E-sports level of professionality. She averaged a few hundred viewers a night. Big but not huge. Friendly and pleasant, too, with a cheeky smile as she got head shot after head shot or rummaged through the map of an RPG as deeply as she possibly could.
Her game play sessions had a good vibe. She was chatty and spontaneous, her efforts to clip farm were more understated than most and the community in-jokes weren’t too over used or obnoxious but it was obvious that she had a favoured demographic that she was catering to.
Men aged twenty-five to thirty five. Kyoko could practically imagine what her streaming back end looked like in that department, all blue with a teeny, tiny percentage of pink which was likely to be her and her alone. That’s just how it goes when an attractive, young woman on the internet was sweet, spicy, and flirtatious.
Of course, Ghost Girl had the skills to back up the smack that she talked about in her various comps but on the side, she had a respectable hustle as a girlfriend experience streamer. She seemed to fiend for the sad and pathetic who would pay out the wazoo for just a kiss on command.
That made Ghost Girl exactly the kind of streamer that Kyoko wanted to toy with in her pursuit of trolling. She wanted to see just how far she would go for some bits or a superchat, if she was strictly straight or if things got more flexible as those zeroes went up and up.
Tonight, after many sessions of research, on a night of nights when Kyoko was exhausted and feeling like a mouth breather, she had hit the jackpot. Ghost Girl was doing a punishment stream tonight: she was forced to use the worst unit and the worst weaponry in her FPS of choice and every time she lost a game, or died, there would be a batsu. A wheel would get spun and tada. She had to do whatever it was the wheel said to do.
Some of the punishments were tame. Like do ten push ups or she had to add obnoxious sound effects to her set up to potentially jump scare her as they went off at random. Others were a bit more risky. There was one wedge on the wheel which stated she had to gift ten subs if it was spun, that would hurt her bottomline so it was to be avoided at all costs. But finally… And this was what Kyoko wanted to see spun the most, if this slice of the pie was selected then she would have to call chat, “Older Brother” for the rest of the stream.
The first time it happened, Kyoko got a chill down her spine. Ghost Girl pretended to act all cutesy and awkward about it.
“Guys…. This is so weird.” she complained in a pitched up voice, “But, well, the punishment wheel has commanded it so, Big Brother, do you like it? Do you like how I play?”
Kyoko smirked as she felt a chill down her spine at the epithet that misgendered her but even so, she got excited at the sound of Ghost Girl’s voice, the chatter as she “worked herself up” into embodying the character of a little sister who can do no wrong. It was perfect.
No notes, except, well maybe for this one that Kyoko just burned as she sent a donation for four thousand yen.
“Aw, no love for your big sister in chat?” a feminised robotic voice read aloud with an animated gif of Ghost Girl in the corner and yes, Kyoko did have to pay a fee to choose a woman’s AI generated voice for that.
Kyoko sank into the vegan leather of her office chair. She looked like a grub – and felt like one, too. She was wearing her pyjamas, if you can call them that. She was wearing a white tank top, now stained with soy sauce from where had accidentally let it drip from her gyoza and Kuromi themed short-shorts that were soft and comfy to wear. She marinated in what she felt at Ghost Girl’s voice, however.
Above the sound effects of the game – pew, pew, pew – Ghost Girl’s voice had been velvety and perfectly rehearsed to get a rise out of a pervert just like her. Though, of a different gender. Everything about it was calculated, the vocal fry and the way she fidgeted with her microphone to sell it and then.
Kyoko went and ruined it. With just that significantly sized donation, she put Ghost Girl in a precarious position and she forced a smile. She had to. She had to play it cool and smile, her lips painted magenta and her teeth were veneer white. She hazarded a tiny laugh and Kyoko got exactly what she wanted.
“Of course I have plenty of love for my big sisters in chat. Us girls gotta stick together in this man eat man world so don’t worry, Big Sister Baira, I appreciate you being here, sis, and thank you so much for the orange dono, that was huge of you, you didn’t have to do that.”
Ghost Girl played it coy but don’t worry. Kyoko could spend big if she so chose and tonight, that’s exactly what she was choosing. Especially now that she had Ghost Girl where she wanted her: nibbling on the bait, seemingly hooked, and now ready to be reeled in if Kyoko could just push and pry a little further.
So, in chat, Kyoko typed a message and hit send, “No worries, love to catch a stream, especially after a big and exhausting day. My day job sucks but hey. At least it pays good.”
True and true. No lies detected, as Kyoko’s fingers skated over her keyboard at fifty words a minute. And suddenly, the horde of people around Kyoko began to change. People were disgruntled, people were in awe. The messages around her looked odd and out of place as Kyoko was placed in the centre of attention so Ghost Girl could interact with her specifically. She was given her five minutes of fame. People regarded her as having far more import compared to the lowly lurker but still. She was flagged as a first time chatter. That put sparkles around her semi-lengthy message.
And Ghost Girl did notice and brought that, “Thanks for making a huge splash on your first message… Big Sister.”
“My pleasure.” Kyoko typed back.
“Sucks to hear about your wage cage but I hope I’m able to relax you as-ack!”
Kyoko laughed as Ema got into a perfectly timed scuffle in her game. She didn’t mind whatsoever and she did what any normal person would do. She acquiesced the attention back to where it belonged: the streamer, the game, the other chatters but not for long.
This was all part of Kyoko’s plan. She wanted to escalate, she wanted to see Ema squirm and perform a most unnatural aegyo for her edgy, and heterosexual, tastes.
But for now… Kyoko had to lie in wait, like a crocodile under the surface, her messages in chat ceased and she watched. Part of it was fun. She genuinely admired the skill on display and Ghost Girl’s improvisational skills had true merit as an entertainer but it was all under a microscope. Kyoko looked for that crack in Ghost Girl’s armour and she found it.
Due to the restrictions in place on her tonight, the aforementioned combo of the worst options in the meta and the punishment wheel, it made victory all the sweeter when she did finally win. Normally, in her area of expertise, Ghost Girl was making mince meat out of any player who found in the arena but not tonight.
So to see her as MVP, a place she was normally rightfully installed, was cause for celebration and of course, Kyoko had some chump change to send her. She deserved it. Look at her.
She was so cute as she hyped herself up. She did a little happy dance in her seat and she smiled for the cameras. She basked in imaginary applause from her chatters and a few sound notifications went off as people spent their channel points.
Naturally, Kyoko got amongst the good times like a cat amongst the pigeons. She converted her cold hard cash into a green coloured super chat. This cost her one thousand yen and this time, she opted not to go for the voice over as she trusted Ghost Girl would recall her from earlier and treat her with the status that Kyoko thought she had paid for.
That seemed to work as once the processing went through, another gif of Ghost Girl’s animated self with big, anime eyes and a bouncy Live2D rig looped and Kyoko was given her laurels. Ghost Girl’s eyes keened and she smacked her lips together as she let go of her game controller momentarily to read the message rather than the end of game menus.
“Awww, thank you to my lovely Big Sister who says, “good game, Ghost Girl”, very kind of you.” Ema replied, all falsetto and saccharine.
Kyoko totally got off to it. She kicked her legs a little under her white, IKEA desk. Her toes curled inwards and she spun a tiny bit, her gyoza in the plastic container sloshed around as she smiled to herself, her head thrown back. She was having such a good time. Wasting money had never felt so good but she still had plenty in the tank – and she was certain so did Ghost Girl.
Per her last few vods and what archive materials she had elsewhere, Kyoko had deduced that Ghost Girl averaged five hours streams. On a typical week, Ghost Girl streamed for four to six hours for five days. In her own, she worked hard to get that bag. Sponsorships. Viral clips. Merchandise. She did it all and all whilst maintaining an athletically thick physique and fluffy, dual coloured dyed hair.
And they were getting close to that five hour mark, Kyoko noticed. Her streams tended to start whilst Kyoko was at work but were usually in full swing once she had made the commute back to her flat and could organise her dinner. That worked quite well for her and with a glance at the clock, Kyoko had her fingers crossed that Ghost Girl wouldn’t end early.
Especially because she hadn’t had that big, memorable moment she could monetise later as short form content or similar. So, surely, Kyoko had high hopes that her catch would do something spectacular soon and she had a suspicion that the punishment wheel in the corner would help.
Though at the moment, Ghost Girl was on the up and up with her little peashooter and the raccoon character who wielded it. Good for her but not so much Kyoko as she watched and she waited until uh oh.
That was another headshot but from Ghost Girl. It had been aimed right at her and boom. There went another click of that spinner wheel. Round and round it went. A blur of colour and high pitched clacks until finally, the little gold wedge on the side indicated a winner and it had Ghost Girl up in arms.
“Noooo, this is the worst one.” she whined. She clutched at her face with her hands, her coffin-shaped acrylic nails on full display with spectral motifs.
Kyoko smirked. This was it. This was the moment that she had been waiting for and Ghost Girl had been dreading. The punishment wheel had decided that she now owed chat ten community subs. That meant all her emotes and protected posts were now on offer. That was seven thousand yen of her own money that she had to spend to get little return on except in community credit in good will.
Unless…
“What if instead of you doing the batsu, I will gift twenty subs if you moan my username.” A robotically generated voice read Kyoko’s message aloud.
It appeared in the chat’s dark mode side bar as a large, red-coloured bubble and Kyoko couldn’t have been more pleased with herself. That was quite a bit of money she had just put into Ghost Girl’s pocket and there was more on offer. If Ghost Girl would have it but first.
She had to have it.
It was here that temptation was strongest and Kyoko salivated over the spank bank that it generated. This was the moment that Kyoko got all but high off as her hand slithered down between her plush thighs clad in the face of a Sanrio character.
She watched as Ghost Girl physically considered the proposition. Her pride was on the line but so was her rent at the end of the month. She weighed her options, her lips smushed left to right like a tween practising a kiss. Her eyes scanned through the messages in chat, they were illuminated in white and black on her pupils via the cast of light sent by her streaming software open on her second monitor.
This was the pivotal moment. The crescendo. The point where ethics were either decided or dusted. Kyoko lived for it. It didn’t matter what the outcome was, she just wanted to see a lady bend and break. She had been blocked and banned, she had been exalted, Kyoko had seen it all but there was just something special about Ghost Girl.
About how she chewed her bottom lip, the vexation that haunted her facial expression. Her brain was, quite clearly, firing on all cylinders as she foresaw through the different scenarios that Kyoko had already been there and done that but what about her? What would Ghost Girl do? What would Bessho Ema the person and not the streamer do? Only time would tell and time was ticking.
“Grr,” Ghost Girl grumbled to herself as she fought back against the radio silence she had inadvertently conjured, “don’t tempt me with a good time, sister…” Her words, however, did very little to buy her time.
Every second was the sweetest, most blissful agony. Kyoko was giddy over it. And she wasn’t the only one. People were calling her chicken, others were calling her a champion in the making if Ghost Girl went through with it. Girl on girl was hot. That’s just how it went and then. Ghost Girl decided what her best option was in this scenario and of course, it was the one most weighted by greed and corruption.
“Fine.” Ghost Girl groaned, playful but combative. “But just for you, for being the rare, one and only female Ghostling. Got it?”
“Got it.” Kyoko said to herself aloud but not in chat. Her hands were right where she wanted them.
Ghost Girl procrastinated a few seconds longer lest Kyoko was typing something in chat but once it was obvious that it was only the riff raff, she gave up. So, she exhaled. Her shoulders visibly slumped forward, her lips got all pouty and she batted her eyelashes for her webcam. She leaned in closer, her tactfully low cut shirt was pushed inwards by her lush biceps.
“This is… This is for Baira and only Baira, got it? No one else listen, this is just for her ears…” Ghost Girl whispered into the microphone, less like an ASMR artist and more like a porn star. Then, “Augh… Ah! Aah.”
Say what you will about her but Ghost Girl didn’t half ass a single thing. That was the absolute sugar. Kyoko couldn’t contain the grin on her face nor her heart from how it raced inside of her ribcage. She languished in the glory of Ghost Girl’s voice, her sultry cadence and the hiss of her breath, the caress of her voice. It was music to Kyoko’s ears as she got wetter than wet over it. She touched herself through her cotton shorts, she throbbed through the fabric as she watched her computer screen with leery eyes.
Ghost Girl pouted, “I appreciate the donation like you wouldn’t believe, Baira.”
Kyoko’s username had never sounded so salacious until it was on the tip of Ghost Girl’s tongue. Such delicious and tender obedience ought to be rewarded. Kyoko upheld her end of the bargain. She would never double cross.
Another payment went through and was processed with a cavalcade of gift present animations and party popper themed sound effects to go with the daily sub goal metre having been well and truly met. Oh, Kyoko made it rain in Ghost Girl’s chat. You get a sub, you get a sub, everyone gets a sub! So long as they were lucky and the few that were, were grateful. Kyoko accepted the various thank yous that she received.
“Everyone who got one of Baira’s prezzies, remember to thank her.” Ghost Girl went through the motions of being polite but her heart didn’t seem to be in it.
That little chip to her pride… It made Kyoko’s stomach flutter with butterflies. She typed further in chat that she appreciated the lavishing of attention but it was how Ghost Girl squirmed in her chair that Kyoko really cared about. From the intention of guilt, the facade of the entertainer Ghost Girl clung to, it was madness and revelry that Kyoko dined on as quite the loathsome troll. All whilst, Ghost Girl tried to launch into her usual shtick. Another few rounds of her favourite game.
But inevitably… Stream wound down, Ghost Girl’s energy continued to decline and it was soon time for Ghost Girl to clock off. As far as anyone was concerned, she had had an extremely successful stream. Money made, clips farmed, and plenty of new followers and subscribers. She ought to be happy and she was as she waved everyone goodbye with both of her hands.
Her voice was uppity and cheerful, “Bye, bye, now, thanks for all the good times. We had a great stream.” Blah, blah, blah: all her usual scripts for the ending screen as she selected whom to raid out to. But first, Kyoko had to get one last little victory in.
She wrote, Thank you for the amazing stream, little sister.
Kyoko was pleased as punch with that perversity. It made Ghost Girl gag. Even whilst hiding behind her ending screen, Kyoko could tell. She heard it in the spit of water ejected and the way Ghost Girl snorted with laughter. So, clearly, she read it and even if she hadn’t, she still piped up.
“I saw that Baira, you minx.” Ghost Girl complained.
That seemed to confirm quite the lasting impression. There could be fertile grounds ahead for if Kyoko wanted to continue to press and pry this poor streamer’s boundaries but for now. She was satisfied, despite the itchy palms and a physical thirst that had not yet quenched as she had reached for another beer rather than her vibrator but all in all.
Kyoko was well and truly content with the resolution of the live stream, Ghost Girl farewelled her community and Kyoko’s computer screen lagged. It went black, briefly, as she was banished into the live stream of one of Ghost Girl’s mutuals but then the video came to. There was another streamer, another game played but there was a little curiosity up at the top of the screen.
A red bubble attached to her usually empty notification bell icon. That only meant one thing: A message. A private message. And when she opened it, she discovered that it was from none other than Ghost Girl.
Hey girl, jsyk, two can play this game. I’m bi.
Kyoko stared at it. She did her research. She had found nothing in her background check of the Ghost Girl persona which indicated more than corporate pride month levels of allyship. She had a few boyfriends here and there but it was all alleged so she could keep her seemingly single facade up to keep unicorns around.
So, daringly, Kyoko responded: Since when?
She watched as the text bubble inflated and bounced with the dots inside. Ghost Girl was writing back and what she had to say made Kyoko’s jaw drop. Her heart skipped a beat in disbelief.
Since you first popped into stream. So, ASL? Well, I think I can guess S… I want to give the woman who turned me her money’s worth, if you know what I mean.
Kyoko smiled. She could have orgasmed then and there. She got such a thrill from reading and rereading those words. This was her biggest fantasy come true. She had done it as far as she was concerned: she had successfully corrupted a straight woman far beyond gay for pay. Oh, it made her stomach twist and her panties wet.
She could hardly type straight with her excitement, as she replied: 30, Den City, and how does coffee sound?
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