Camming with Tschau... (Time -1)

In order to get closer to Tschau... that is, unprofessionally close... you'd have to give up one of your trump cards. Earlier, you'd discovered that Tschau was a frequent camgirl, using a little known website called After Dark Dominos as a platform to host her broadcasts. Since then, you'd been on a time or two.{if Weakness for Porn = 1}.. Okay, really way more often than that. You had an addiction, after all.{endif}You thought you'd come up with the perfect way to help both the ninja and yourself. However, would doing so cost you the anonymity of your relationship with Tschau? If she found out you'd been watching her cam... given how closely she guarded that secret... you might very well find yourself receiving a pointed kunai between the eyes.

Finally, you came up with a middle-ground solution: you'd put the question to her, but in a way that would leave it up to her whether or not to act upon it. Furthermore, you could do it without revealing that you'd been spying on her. Pleased at your own brilliance, you brought out your laptop to begin chatting with her... even if she wasn't camming right this second, she was always checking her messages and responding to them. You logged in with your password, then sent her an inconspicuous message:

"u should get a guy involved ;)"

It felt creepy, but it was the message you had to go with. You sent it on, then steepled your hands and rested your elbows on the desk, watching eagerly for a response. The response came in a matter of seconds.

"I don't get involved with people who watch my streams. Don't be a perv."

... Did she think the people watching her stream weren't perverts? Regardless, you could work with that answer. You typed frantically, pressing her on the point:

"doesnt have to b me. do u no anybody? seeing you get fuked by a guy for once would be 2 hot lol"

... You buried your mouth in your palm anxiously, then watched for a response. This one was met with some hesitation, rather than a quick response. Part of your reflexes told you to run... What if Tschau had left her room with her sword in hand, coming to punish you in a lethal way? Just as your hands jumped to the laptop to close it, the response came.

"I know a guy. I'll see if he's interested."

Score!!

"... And that's the situation. Now you know. I do some cam-girl stuff sometimes. Don't treat me like some kind of weirdo, Ciao. It's just a hobby. Everyone has hobbies. It isn't any weirder than Au Revoir or Vaarvel being slutty..."

The ninja's voice was monotone and her eyes were deadly serious as she explained the full situation (most of which you already understood) regarding her secret life as an internet porn "star." You acted as surprised as you could, then pointed to yourself. She was asking you to help with her camera show?! But how could you possibly help?!

"... It turns out they want to see me fuck with a guy."

Who would have thought?

"... You're the only guy I know."

Who would have- wait... You were the only guy Tschau knew, period? It seemed she was even more of a hermit than she appeared. Your plan was an even more sure-fire thing than you'd thought it would be... but it made you a little depressed to hear how lonesome she was. Feeling sort of bad about it now, you asked her if she actually wanted to have sex with you. You didn't want her to do it just for the sake of internet fans.

"... I asked you, didn't I? Who cares if I'm not the one who came up with the idea. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Ciao." She hadn't exactly answered her question, but she had a point: she could have just kept quiet if she had no interest in the idea at all. Besides, the two of you had spent plenty of time together and by now, she'd acknowledged you as an ally on a few occasions. It wasn't like you were totally incompatible.

... But... Before the time came, you needed to know one more thing. Had she ever been fucked before?

"D-Don't ask gross questions!"

... She hadn't answered you. Suddenly, the whole affair seemed a lot more personal. You asked her if there were any rules that you needed to keep in mind, like... say... where you were allowed to put your hands or other parts of your body.

"It's going to be obvious, stupid. Also, there is one more rule... The audience doesn't get to see my legs, my hands, or my face."

What a strange rule... {if Tschau's History = 1}of course, you understood why. If they got a glimpse of her metal digits or robotic legs, there'd definitely be questions.{endif} That said, needing to hide her face only made sense. She wanted to protect her identity... not that there was any way she could do that, with her white hair, pinkish skin, and bright pink eyes.

"You're going to have to hide your face, too."

You couldn't have possibly visualized how this was going to go down. In the darkness of Tschau's innermost room, you lay on your back upon her unmade, single-person bed, with black sheets that had a bit of an unwashed smell to them. The room contained all manner of ninja weapons, as well as a bit of half-assed memorabilia she'd made for her show, in order to make her room part of her advertisement. On your body, you wore only black boxers and a ninja hood, covering your whole head and half of your face. In your hands, you held Tschau's phone in landscape orientation, focusing down your body towards your cock. Your eyebrow twitched with your own disbelief as you watched Tschau approach from off "camera..."

The ninja still wore her hood, gloves, and ninja slats, but her upper body was entirely bare, showing off her barely-there tits and slender waist. In the low light of the phone, you could even make out just a bit of her rib-cage. The slats were cut with a deep V shape, allowing them to show off her pussy, with just a light patch of white pubic hair above the slit. You could tell her face was beet red, making it easily the most colorful thing left in her weirdly monochrome room... you think her reaction towards seeing your nearly naked body had told you all you needed about whether she was a virgin or not.

"I've got a guest this time... Just this one time. This is a special event, pervs. I'm gonna ride this guy's dick... but don't think that means I'm going to do it all the time from now on. Pervs."

She spoke into the camera, but with it resting at your collar, just below your neck and above your chest, it looked as though she was speaking right to you. As she climbed on top of your body, you were expecting her to weigh roughly the same as a cat due to her size, posture, and the light look of her torso... Instead, you groaned with pain. Her legs felt like they weighed a ton! The audience might not know, but she was packing some major cybernetic enhancements on both... Thankfully, the bed seemed sturdy enough to support her. You thought if she tried this in your bed back at the hotel, the thing would probably creak, protest, and then possibly fall apart.

"Now... don't do anything crazy, Ninja Helper, just... do it normal. Normal sex..." The ninja lowered her eyebrows meaningfully, both silently pleading for you to take it easy on her and also threatening what would happen if you didn't.

You complied, first freeing your penis from the boxer shorts and then beginning to rub the tip against the moist, tight entrance of her pussy. Her eyes immediately squinted shut in anticipation of the intrusion. Watching her youthful, virgin reactions, you wondered if all of her viewers actually knew she was a 21 year old woman... You wouldn't be surprised if some of them thought they were getting away with something not strictly legal. Finally, you got the head in; you'd have expected her to start crying, but it turned out, her mood evened out a bit once you got that far. After all, she'd put plenty of toys in there before. This wasn't a porn or anything... you couldn't expect her to go on and on about how much better your cock was than those.

Gathering up her composure, Tschau pressed both hands to her inconsiderable breasts, massaging them gently as she stared down at you. "Now... You can move... Don't go too fast, or I'll- eee!"

This one was a new one for her; she wasn't used to the feeling of a man bucking beneath her. No matter how good her toys, they couldn't be a substitute for an experienced male. As for your side of it... You found the pressure of her legs against you massive, but not so massive you couldn't enjoy the lightness of her actual body. She hadn't forbid you to touch, so you tested your privilege a little further, reaching out one hand to grab her waist and help guide her. The grip also helped you make sure she didn't smash your pelvis with those metal legs.

"Okay... Okay, I think that's fine. How about you, pervs? Are you guys getting off on this? Gross... Don't forget to hit like and... like and... nnngh..."

The ninja's eyes screwed up and glared helplessly at the wall in front of her, deliberately avoiding acknowledging you, as you pushed yourself further into Tschau's small frame. You could tell she'd never been hit that deep before, from her poorly hidden reaction. Trying your luck, you thrust yourself more quickly inside of her, bouncing her up and down on top of your groin.

"Oh... Like and... Like and follow... S-Subscribe... Mmmm! Oooooh! Wait, don't!"

The people at home were probably getting some mixed signals, but you caught what she meant: she'd clearly already released her limits and released in orgasm. She was probably telling you not to shoot inside. You could understand that; it would probably make your working relationship pretty difficult, as well as her ninja work, if she was to become pregnant. You thoughtfully lifted her butt up and pushed her slightly back onto your thighs, then shot your ejaculation. The range was pretty impressive... as she lay back, it ended up coating not just her groin and thighs, but also her a bit of her chest. You'd probably ruined her ninja pants with that one.

"Huph... That was... That was a good change of pace, right pervs? Don't forget to hit like... And favorite... a-and follow... and subscribe..." Tschau did her best to instruct her fans as her eyes twitched; she was overcome with the unfamiliar feeling of being made to orgasm by a partner. "And if you liked my Ninja Helper, let me know... and maybe he can... h-help me again some time..." You saw a strange, half-affectionate look in her eyes as she placed one hand upon your chest and delicately traced your chest-hair with her metal fingers. In just this ninja hood and boxer shorts, you felt like a shameless pervert... but it seemed like she might actually be thinking you're a bit manly now.

All in all, it was an enjoyable experience... Even if your legs were going to be hurting the next day. You made a mental note to make sure you ended up on top next time.