Hatsune Miku (Victory)

Our lovely contestants are led to their rooms, their blindfolds are removed, and the buzzer sounds. The competition has started.

"Miku" found herself on a large stage. By all appearances, she was in the middle of a concert, performing for a massive crowd. The fans cheered and chanted her name. Bright stage lights nearly blinded her, and staccato flashes from a sea of cameras sold the illusion surprisingly well. A drone flew in from stage right, a headset and microphone in tow. The blue haired girl wasted no time putting it on. In truth, something about the dream of performing for a crowd excited her. This was the best day of her life! "Good evening Miku..." A sultry robotic voice cooed through her headphones. "Tonight you'll be performing live. Hope you're ready." The cosplay idol grinned ear to ear. "The rules of this concert are simple. You'll sing along to a variety of your classic hits." So far so far so good. "Miku" was an avid fan, and knew every song by heart. "While you sing, you'll also be playing a little game. You need to hit the right notes as they appear on screen, and make sure to properly annunciate every word of the songs being played. If you succeed, you'll have nothing to worry about. If you fail... penalties will start to rack up." Oooh... that sounded interesting. Maybe she should mess up a little on purpose... "After three songs, you'll be free to leave if you wish. However, if you're daring enough to go for an encore, you'll receive 'presents' from your fans that could be invaluable to your future trials.

"Hope you're ready, we're about about to begin." With that, the drone flew off stage, and a familiar tune blasted from the speakers on either side of the stage. A large screen rose at the front of the stage. A little blue ball appeared on the left hand side, while glowing notes on sheet music began flying in from the right. A series of words, some in English, most in katakana started scrolling along with the song. All of this was probably meant to be a helpful way to ease in a noob. "Miku" had no need for such handholding. She hit the first note pitch perfect, and continued flawlessly to the end. One song faded into another, and still the vocaloid idol crushed the performance. It was easy... too easy.

This was her big chance. She had a crowd. Everyone's eyes were on her. Everyone loved her. Everyone wanted her. A devious little thought snuck into "Miku's" head. In the middle of skipping around the stage, she approached the very edge at the center and turned her back to the crowd. While holding a long note that would've taxed a lesser singer, "Miku" bent over. Her miniskirt barely hid her pretty little panties while she was standing upright. Surely by now she'd already flashed the crowd a dozen times while she pranced about the stage. Here and now she could very intentionally show a little skin. She glanced behind herself as the song fell back into the chorus, and gave the crowd a little wink. Then she playfully wiggled her hips, making the hem of the skirt dance back and forth. Her puffy labia pushed out against her striped panties in full view of the audience. A roar of applause and wolf whistles nearly drowned out the music. Keeping perfect time, the idol started bouncing her hips up and down, flashing more and more of cotton clad ass. Another roar erupted.

The woman glanced over her shoulder again, playfully acting dissatisfied with the crowd's reaction. She waved one of her hand to encourage the audience to give her a proper 'thank you' for her performance. The noise this time completely drowned out the song, but "Miku" kept singing. She nodded her head in approval and moved her hands to the hem of her skirt. In flash, she flipped the bottom edge up and over her waist, giving the crowd a completely unobstructed view of her spectacular ass. At one point, her panties were probably a traditional and modest bikini cut. At the moment, the cotton rode up to perfectly cup her every curve. She wiggled and gyrated her perfect posterior seductively, begging for their attention and approval. The roars and applause gave her exactly what she wanted. Even with the music completely impossible to hear over the audience's affections, "Miku" sang her heart out, perfectly hitting every note and vibrato.

Eventually the song came to a close, and the blue haired idol had to stand up and return to the screen to see the final song in the set, much to the disappointment of the virtual concertgoers. Miku's heart was racing. She'd never felt more alive. Never felt more wanted. Never felt more desirable. She had to fight the urge to strip herself completely then and there. She could sing naked. What would it matter? An annoying little voice in the back of her head reminded her that she was still in the middle of a competition that put her ass's freedom on the line for a week. She couldn't exactly afford to start at a naked handicap before facing her first real opponent. After she beat the other skanks in the competition, maybe she'd give them a special performance. Somehow she doubted they'd love her like her current audience.

The lyrics for the final song finally kicked in, and Miku barely resisted the urge to give her own twist on the performance. The Manor clearly wanted her to sound exactly like a virtual idol. However, they didn't give a damn if she acted like one. Before she even finished the hook, the blue haired girl brought her fingers to the uppermost buttons on her top. She opened one and gave a little shimmy. The real Miku was nearly flat as a board. The cosplay contestant had a little more fun in her bags. As she placed her fingers on the second button, "Miku" teasingly turned her ear towards the crowd, as if expecting a little appreciation. The crowd started to cheer loud enough to shake the stage. Miku brought her free hand to her ear, acting like she couldn't hear them and wanted them to cheer even louder. The rafters started swaying as the crowd erupted even louder. The virtual idol nodded her head in approval and shimmied as she undid the next few buttons, exposing a thin cotton bra that matched her previously displayed panties.

The crowd roared as cameras around the stage started streaming a larger than life image of Miku's partially exposed chest to a massive screen behind the performer. Clearly, the singing cosplayer was enjoying herself. Her nipples pressed so hard against the thin cotton containing them they might've threatened to cut clean through the cloth. The barbell piercings on either nub struggled to make themselves evident with the fabric already pressed phenomenally by the engorged tips of her pert breasts. The rest of the shirt flew open completely, giving a clear view of her toned torso, even as her lungs strained against the most difficult high note hold of the concert thus far. She finished the note beautifully and during the musical interlude that followed, Miku celebrated by grasping the bottom hem of her bra and ripping the up to reveal her breasts in their full glory. They bounced and jiggled with her dancing and shimmying. Once again, the crowd's cheering completely eclipsed the song. Once again, the blue haired woman kept singing from memory, hitting every note flawlessly. She powered through the finale, giving an excessively vigorous shimmy as the the overwhelmed song faded to an unacknowledged end. "Congratulations, you knocked that set out the park! Come on back stage and make your exit... or select your encore if you're up for more." The seductive voice of the robot chimed in her ear. That shit could wait. She wanted to bathe in the love and affection of her audience a little while longer.

While Miku caught her breath, another dirty little thought crossed her mind. She returned to the edge of center stage. A playful finger started teasing her left nipple. Circling the areola, lightly flicking the engorged nub. Slowly, she slid the digit across her chest to give her needy right nipple a little attention. The crowd started humming in anticipation. Miku bit her lip and tilted her head as her finger returned to her left breast. She cupped it and bounced it up and down a bit. She placed her hand to her ear again as if to measure the appreciation of the crowd. A crescendo roared as she continued to fondle her left breast. She paused a moment and let the sound die down before moving her fingers to pinch her right nipple. Again, she tilted her head to measure her audience's enthusiasm. Again the crowd roared as she played with her own tits. She bounced back and forth, playing with each breast and judging the reaction from the crowd. Though virtually indistinguishable, she determined the crowd was louder when cheering for her right breast, which she coincidentally preferred to fondle while masturbating. She nodded her head in approval, validating the crowd for making the "right" choice. Miku rolled her head back and bit her lip once more as her left hand started to tease and fondle her breast with much greater enthusiasm. Her right hand slipped into the waistline of her skirt. She teased pulling it away from her waist a few times, and swung her hips playfully a few times before reaching around back and loosening the zipper. It took a few tugs to convince the fabric over her voluptuous ass. As her skirt hit the floor, her panties sloughed down, exposing a generous portion of her ass crack, and nearly liberating her crotch entirely.

Miku stopped hearing the crowd, and started feeling them. The sheer **** of their volume vibrated her sternum. She could feel a quivering in her lungs with every breath. The pounding of her heart set tempo like a metronome, while the roar of the crowd shook out a melody in her bones. Everyone loved her. Everyone needed her. Everyone was **** for her. God did the attention feel good. She was good enough for them. She was a fucking goddess to them. Initially, she'd planned to tease them a little more. Play another silly little game to rile them up. But it felt too damn good. Before she knew it, she was six knuckles deep in her own sex. The fucking crowd got her all worked up and soaking wet. Dirty little freaks... this was their fault. She couldn't stay mad at them. It was just their way of showing love. She shimmied her chest again while fondling the barbells in her favored nipple. Her fingers worked her neatly trimmed pussy, gently brushing over curly blue hairs dyed to match her disguise. No one gave a fuck about Madeline Maye. This crowd couldn't get enough of Miku. Neither could "Madeline". She worked fingers faster and further into her needy cunt. Her juices soaked her cotton panties. Moans of ecstasy filled the speakers. "Fuck it. Play it up. Give them the love you want..." She thought to herself as her hips started bucking against her will and she **** herself to moan louder and more sensually. If she pretended it felt better, maybe she could believe it felt better.

The real Hatsune Miku would maybe flirtatiously blow her fans a kiss before skipping off stage. Our cosplaying contestant masturbated to orgasm twice, left a sizable puddle at her feet, then collapsed in a messy, satisfied heap. She lied on her back, catching her breath and drowning in the love and adoration of her fans until the stage fell silent. The illusion was broken. The virtual concert was empty. Now she was just slutty Maddie May, showing of her quivering, cum hungry pussy like a whore. Tits out and covered in her own juices. She sighed in resignation and shuffled her panties back up, careful not to over stimulate her still sensitive clit and labia. She tugged a little tighter on the back to enjoy the sensation of the cotton ridding up just a bit. **** of habit to feel a little sexy. Maybe even get noticed some time... She fetched her dripping wet skirt and pulled it up, struggling a bit to get it over her prominent posterior. It sat fine on her hips, so she hiked it up a little more to make sure they'd still flash her dirty little panties when she walked, and let the bottom of her cheeks tempt anyone who might look. She pulled her bra back down, telling herself she'd get another chance to let the girls out for someone. She nearly left the buttons on her blouse open, but decided she really wanted to be the one who decided when her clothes came off, and she wasn't about to let some slut strip her that easily. They needed to show her a little love first.

The blue haired icon finally composed herself and went back stage. "Should I stay or should I go?" she pondered...