Hana Song had never been so satisfied in her life. Not just sexually but emotionally too. She loved this. She loved cuddling with William. She loved his gentleness and his smiles. She loved everything about him.
Sleeping on the couch and laying on his chest, she had never felt so comfortable.
Oh, and uh, after a whole night of bed breaking sex, of course the bed would break. So here they were, in the living room, sleeping without a care in the world.
Hana woke up first. She yawned, stretched her arms high in the arm, and went to the kitchen nude. She wasn't a morning person and on instinct she opened the fridge.
"Meh."
Nothing to eat (lies, she just didn't want to eat healthy) but plenty to drink. Taking out a Monster drink, she closed the fridge and went to find her phone. She went to her social media, jumped on the kitchen table, and did her usual thing, legs dangling.
Today, her feed was filled with breaking news in Japan regarding marriage. It was a new law concerning marriage registration. Now that it was 2075, digital verification was equally as reliable as physical verification. Thus, marriages were allowed to be registered through an online application.
Hana did some digging. By finding the right person, it was even possible to speed up the process. She glanced over at the sleeping William, then herself.
"Nah, I'm not crazy. I literally just met the guy last week. Come on, D.va, don't be stupid." Her eyes wandered from her phone and toward the oven and fridge. Hana Song was many things but a traditional housewife? Hell no. A cook? Hell fucking no.
But…
Wasn't there virtue in trying?
An hour passed till William woke up. An hour where he discovered that Hana had made breakfast.
"What…is all this?"
William approached cautiously. No offence to Hana but she didn't strike him as a cook. He loved to be proven wrong though.
"Oh, err, toast and eggs."
He wasn't. The plates that were on the kitchen table next to the oven triggered a perfectionism he didn't know he had. Suddenly, William was grabbing the plates, flaring up the ovens, and moving everything over.
"I don't think you toasted the toast enough. Or fried the eggs properly either."
"H-hey! Hold on, you can't just…!"
He did. Besides the fact that everything was undercooked, it felt weird to be on the fed side. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Hana was a literal millionaire. "I appreciate the gesture, Hana, but let me teach you properly."
Pouting, Hana followed him back to the kitchen, arms crossed, and watched him remake her toast and eggs. "Two minutes, come on! That's too long! One minute is good!"
"It's not."
"Is too!"
He properly plated everything for the two of them and got back to the dining table. Hana's teeth crunched into the toast.
"So?"
"Mm…" Hana inhaled. "I like my toast better. It's softer."
Haah. Basement dweller.
"I heard that! I'm not a basement dweller!"
William pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh, and pointed to the eggs with his fork. "And that?"
Hana didn't bother with a fork or spoon or even using the toast to eat the fried egg. She just kinda ate it. In one fell swoop. Almost slurping on it.
"Mmm! Okay, now this is better!"
William pretended that what she did was totally okay and went to eat egg and toast the proper way. While they ate, Hana went on her phone. Scrolling through social media, laughing and giggling, and even asking, "Say, should I go and stream?"
"Probably not."
"Probably not, he says, chat."
William looked up. "You're streaming?"
"Huh? What, no, I mean chat like…you know, the world. God? Like, it's a joke."
"Ohh. So you're addressing chat without them being here because…it's funny."
"Yep! You get it!"
William nodded along. 'I should get on social media more,' he thought to himself.
"Say, how old are you? You keep avoiding the question," Hana pointed out.
"Oh, well…"
The fork was pointed at him like a blade. "This time, there's no escaping! Tell me!"
"...twenty."
If Hana had food in her mouth, she would have spit it out. "You're younger than me!?"
"So it seems."
"N-no way, you look, I mean, I thought you were twenty-five or something! I'm twenty-one, s-so…wow, you're actually younger than me. How come you're so…you."
"Like I said, orphan. I had different priorities."
"Damn, so you weren't even there for the Omnic Crisis!"
"Um, neither were you?"
"Yeah, but like…you weren't even conceived of!"
…neither was she.
"Anyway, what do you want to do for today? I don't have to go to work for a good two months, so I'm up to do anything you want."
"Hehe, anything? Then shopping! Shopping! Shopping!" As expected, she wanted to buy games and refuel. Whatever that meant. "We need Monster Cock—I mean, Monster Drinks. Mountain Dew and Canada Dry too, and ooh, I wonder if you guys have Korean companies here."
Girls loved shopping. A stereotype that even Hana Song embodied. William shrugged. "Alright then. Let's go out."
**********
He took her to the Tokyo Shopping Centre. To her, it was still unfamiliar territory. To William, it was one part of home.
Dressed casually for their day out, Hana wore a comfortable, stylish ensemble—ripped jeans, a red hoodie (William's, duh), and a pair of sneakers. William was in a black button-shirt and slacks. His traditional outdoor wear. From an outside perspective, it made sense why Hana assumed he was older. He did look like he was in his mid or late twenties.
Hana followed William to the shopping haven. They strolled through the various stores and blasted through fashion boutiques, gadget shops, and everything in between. The duo found themselves picking out new outfits with William occasionally suggesting items that caught his eye.
Her stomach eventually grumbled. Lunch wasn't what Hana desired though. It was an afternoon drink. "Hey, is there a bubble tea store around?"
"Bubble tea? Heh, let me guess, you love raving and gaming and playing League—"
"Hey! I'm the e-girl stereotype, not an e-girl stereotype!"
"Is there a difference?"
"Someone much smarter than me can explain the difference."
"Right. Sure. What flavour?"
"Passion fruit chick with boba. You?"
"Passion fruit," he concurred.
"You're not just saying that, are you?"
He snorted. "Don't worry, I've been drinking bubble tea far longer than you have."
"Haah, young studs these days…"
William smiled and quickened his pace, hands in his pocket.
A couple hours later, William's arms were burdened with ten shopping bags. And Hana? She was burdened with twenty.
"Ugh…so heavy…"
"Weren't you in the military?" he asked.
"There's no training for shopping bags." Hana side-eyed him and his beefy arms. "Though I guess you're an exception."
Exiting the shopping area, the sun dipping below the horizon, Hana and William decided it was time to head back. William suggested calling a taxi, but before he could reach for his phone, Hana grinned mischievously.
"Guess what, William? I've got a surprise for us," she declared.
William arched an eyebrow. "Okay, what?"
Hana leaned in, a playful glint in her eyes. The road ahead was supposed to be for waiting cars. Right now, it was empty. "Wait for it…wait for it…"
"What are we waiting for exactly?"
"Wait for it…There!"
William blinked. What strolled up to the curb was a 2024 Lamborghini Aventador. The sheen of blue and white almost didn't make sense. It was like reality wanted it to glow and be mysterious. In the year 2075, it was considered old luxury. A beauty of a relic from a bygone time.
For William, it was magnificent.
There was no driver yet the doors opened. It was self-driving, it seemed.
"Yeah, this came a little later than I wanted. Oh well, better late than never!" Hana went inside, bags and all.
Onlookers were impressed, not just by the car's sleek features but D.va's ass. She had crawled halfway inside, her blue jeans accentuating the shape of her rump. He admired the sight like the other men.
Unfortunately, like with her simps, he had to show who she belonged to. William made a show of walking forward, grabbing dat ass, and pushing her in. "H-hey!" She turned and landed on her elbows. "What was that for?"
William glanced over shoulders at the leering perverts, silently saying, "This ass is mine."
"Is this your car?"
"Yep, owned and insured! Modified too! That's why there's a back!" Hana smiled and crawled to the front side, "Take us to…where do you live again?"
William gave her the address.
"Yeah, take us there," Hana said before returning to the back seats. She had been tossing all the bags to the front so that they could see here without issue.
Before William was able to properly adjust himself in his seat, Hana blurted out:
"I want to move in with you."
"...huh?"
"Well, since, you know…" Hana laughed nervously. "We are, ya know, dating-ish so we should move in."
Dating-ish. Yeah, that summed up their relationship. He searched her expression for clues. "You want your streamer set-up here?"
"Y-yeah, if you don't mind." Her cheeks were red. "So…?"
William smiled. As always, it made her heartbeat because sometimes, it was unreadable. "Sure, why not?"
This time, it wasn't.
"William, thank you, thank you! You're the best!" Hana leapt forward and hugged him. It was an innocent gesture of affection. William actually reciprocated the hug.
…until her hands wandered.
"Hana…" he warned.
Hana stuck her tongue out."This isn't No Nut November, William. Let loose." She massaged his cock through his slacks. "I'm your personal gamer girl, babe. Fuck me whenever you want and wherever you want."
She grabbed his hand and let it slither under her hoodie to grope her boobs. William sighed.
"Here? In a car? Really?"
Hana's hand moved to hjs hardening bulge then to his black shirt, which she began to unbutton. "Come on, babe. Don't tell me you're shy now," she said with a sly grin.
He slapped her ass, causing her to squeak. "Fine. Don't expect this car don't to be a mess though."
"I hire cleaners for a reason."
With Hana's hands around his neck and William's on her ass, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together.
William went from her ass to the front of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping the garment. Hana lifted herself and kicked it off, revealing that she had worn no panties.
"You're such a slut."
"I'm your slut," Hana said, smiling lewdly. "Yours to breed, fuck, and impregnate as much as you want."
Fuck.
His cock was bursting and Hana knew it. Smirking, she unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out through the hole of his boxers.
There it was. William's glorious cock. Big, fat, and above all, hers.
With a devilish grin on her face, she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock until he was buried deep inside her, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. She could feel him thickening within her as she started to grind against him rhythmically.
"I love you."
Hana leaned into him, tapping her forehead against. Thrust, thrust, thrust, William was slow and gentle.
Everything was loving. Methodical. Peaceful.
"I love you too."
Then he said it. Their eyes and lips, which had been so close yet never touching, devoured each other. Arms around her, William picked up the pace. He began mixing love with lust.
He began fucking her properly.
She broke the messy kiss, leaving saliva connecting them. She gasped and whimpered but tried to keep eye contact. "I love you so, so much!"
William smiled. "I know."
He could feel Hana's pussy clenching around him as she rode him harder and faster. "Oh! Oh~! Mmmph! Ngh!" She was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure of being fucked. She was riding equally as much as he was fucking her.
"Fuck, Hana," William groaned, his voice laced with lust and desire. "You're taking my cock like a dirty little slut."
Hana moaned in response, her back arching off as she rode him like a horse. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and the thought of it only made her want him even more.
She met him for another kiss, his large arms going down to her ass and squeezing.
"I love it! I love it! I love it!" She bit her lip as she ended the kiss again. Her pupils were heart-shaped. "I love you, I love you, I love you! Loveyouloveyouloveyou~!"
With one final thrust, William pushed Hana over the edge into an intense wave of pleasure that rocked through her body. "Willliiiiam~!"
"Hana! Nnngh!"
As she experienced her own orgasm, so did he. William came inside her and bred her young pussy once again.
She screamed his name as she came hard around his cock, feeling her womb get filled completely.
William followed closely behind, cumming deep inside Hana with a loud grunt. His hot seed coated every inch of her insides. The couple panted heavily, leaving behind a minute of stillness. His cock was still buried deep inside her, parked against her womb which was quivering from the hefty creampie.
"That was fucking amazing," he said between breaths.
Hana smiled and licked her lips and then pressed her forehead against his. "Want to get some McDonalds?"
He blinked and chuckled. "Sure."
"Car, take us to the nearest McDonalds."
"Affirmative!"
Five minutes later, they rolled into the drive-thru lane. The glowing yellow "M" was battered and flickering—classic global nostalgia. A twenty-something year old employee, chewing gum and wearing a visor that was one firmware update from giving up, leaned out the window.
He blinked once.
Then twice.
Then his brain stalled trying to process: D.Va, world-famous ex-mech pilot turned Overwatch ace, sitting in a priceless Lambo, stark naked, ordering a ten-piece nugget meal with Sprite like this was completely normal.
William gave the youth a nod, clearly trying not to laugh.
The employee handed over the bag like he was passing the Holy Grail. His mouth moved, but words failed him.
Hana winked, took the bag from William, put between her legs, and said with deadly calm: "No one will ever believe you."
Then the car peeled off in a thunderous growl, leaving the poor teen holding a receipt and questioning reality itself.
Somewhere inside the Aventador, the autopilot chirped: "Enjoy your meal."
***
Hana sat cross-legged on the floor of the kitchenette, wearing nothing but an oversized mech pilot jacket. She had a half-empty carton of banana milk sweating next to her on the floor.
A toaster was in front of her, except it wasn't a toaster and it wasn't William's toaster. It was Hana's. From the luggage.
Yeah, why would she carry a toaster in her stuff?
Because the spring-loaded slot contained a shielded comms repeater and an interface port disguised as a crumb tray. She pressed a button sequence: two short, one long, one short again. The false heating coil lit up a dull red.
Bzzt.
On the far side of the toaster interface, a screen shimmered to life — embedded inside a retro CRT monitor which slowly glowed blue.
CONVERSATION START
RECIPIENT 1: [Beta3]
RECIPIENT 2: [Bunny.blast.exe]
03:17 JST
[ > Beta3: You there? Thought you only pulled the toaster out when you were hiding something. ]
Hana grinned.
She slid her fingers into a slot behind the casing and pulled out a mini-keyboard no bigger than a handheld console. The keys clacked loudly — mechanical and nostalgic. D.Va's way of flipping the bird to every retina-linked, AI-filtered interface shoved down her throat since she was 16.
[ > Bunny.blast.exe I'm not hiding. I'm lounging. Biiiig difference ]
[ > Beta3: Come on….]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: I'm fine. It's just a sex tape. People have seen worse ]
[ > Beta3: No, they haven't. You worked all your life to have people see you as this unbeatable mech pilot. A hero for Korea. That's in jeopardy now. ]
There was a beat. The CRT buzzed faintly and Hana contemplated. 'Should I tell my guy best friend the truth? That I got dicked down by a white dude in Tokyo?'
Best friend or not, he WAS a buy. Did he have a crush on her? Honestly, Hana didn't know. They were best friends and it had always seemed that way. The thought did cross her mind but after she joined Overwatch, work took over and she stopped thinking about it.
Her best friend, Dae-hyun Park. She could still remember the days when the two used to stay up all night working on his hoverbike. He was Korean-raised. Raised with her. A neighbour and a family friend. Dae-hyun was decently good-looking and kind and all the things most girls would swoon over. He was a mechanic that worked under her and the government so he was paid well too.
[ > Beta3: I analyzed the footage. It...didn't feel like a deepfake.]
[ > Beta3: I know how you move. How you breathe when you're being real. ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: you heard my moans lmaooo ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: Did you jack off to it? ]
[ > Beta3: Please be serious.]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: you did, didn't you!? Oh my god!!! ]
Honestly, she was just teasing him. She expected to rile him up like she usually did and get an agitated response.
[ > Beta3: If I say I did, will you be honest? ]
Hana blinked. Wait…what? D-did he really…? Masturbate to her? A friend? That was…hrn.
She didn't know whether to laugh, feel seriously considered for her male best friend, or end this conversation.
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: well this is awkward ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: look, just ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: if it's possible, can you implicate someone else? ]
[ > Beta3: ? ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: remember that one stalker hacker dude from a month back? Tried to get my private pics? But cuz he didn't steal anythin and it was only attempted, he got away scott free ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: i bet he did have stuff and that he was hiding it ]
[ > Beta3: You want me to tell Overwatch and everybody else that this guy went crazy and tried to make AI deepfake stuff of you. ]
[ > Beta3: Even though it was really you. ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: I'll send you a blowjob video XOXO ]
[ > Beta3: Are you serious? ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: about the blowjob, implicating my weirdo stalker, or that I really did porn? ]
[ > Beta3: All of it. ]
[ > Bunny.blast.exe: Look, your my best friend. There's no one in the world that I wouldn't trust. Even if you think I'm joking, at the very least, check out that stalker guy. I know he has more stuff on me. I just do. ]
[ > Beta3: Fine. Okay. ]
RECIPIENT 1: [Beta3]
RECIPIENT 2: [Bunny.blast.exe]
03:27 JST
[ CONVERSATION END ]
"Wait…did I just friendzone him?"
Hana sat there, arms crossed. Dae-hyun Park was a good guy. Husband material too. Like seriously, he had everything. Good jokes, good money, a stable job…
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
"Hana, what are you doing on my kitchen floor?"
Hana craned her head and her eyes locked onto the giant white schlong slapping against the juicy thigh of her one and only lover, William. God, he was such a fucking stud. Casual and cool and confident—
"Hana?"
Judgmentally standing there with a hand on his hip. Looking down on her. Making her eye-level with his cock.
"Sorry, Dae-hun but you don't have that kind of cock." Hana giggled, bounced to her feet, and hugged William. Just a hug. She wanted to feel this stud's biceps as she squeezed them. She wanted to feel his cock press against her.
Everything about him made her feel at ease. That conversation with Dae-hyun confirmed it.
"Hana…" William laughed and sighed and put his hands on her shoulders to push her slightly back. "I heard rumours that Team Overwatch sent some people to Japan to investigate."
"Wait, really?"
"Mhm. They probably know it isn't just a deepfake."
"Heh, well, don't worry, I got that covered. I have a mole, you see."
"A mole…?"
"Yep.I have two special abilities, see: the Defense Matrix and the Friend Zone!"
William cocked his head and smiled like, "Huh? Well, okay, if you say so."
Did Hana Song manage to friendzone her childhood best friend for the rest of his life? Did she manage to use and manipulate as she pleased? Did she feel a little guilty about it? Yes. Was it worth it? Finally, yes.
***
Dae-hyun did it.
He reported her old stalker. The original case of the stalker was complicated. Hana reported that there were warnings on her phone and the military did the rest. They found the guy but couldn't find hard evidence, only a location, the suggested skill level and education for the hack, and a powerful computer. Any actual photos though? Nothing. Hana preached that he hid them somewhere, likely in a hidden USB and that the military did a shit job. Without proof and a warrant though, it meant nothing.
Since this was a big deal to the military, they forgoed procedure and did a huge search. Top to down search of the supposed stalker's basement and laundry. Was Hana correct? Absolutely. The stalker had his computer wirelessly connected to a certain USB that he could disconnect anytime. Said USB contained all kinds of photos and, yes, as she suggested he did manage to get intimate photos of her. Nothing crazy, only selfies with Hana in panties and the like. Hana wasn't a slut, she didn't fuck a bunch of dudes in a back alley or slut herself out to other streamers.
Hana…Hana was surprisingly meek. Could be meek anyway. She was definitely a goblin type. A messy, loud, and overly joking chick. At the end of the day though, she was an introvert, so unless she was home, streaming, in her mech, or in a circle of real friends, she could be shy. Throw Hana into a party and she would struggle. Make her go on a blind date and she would stammer.
Hana was sensitive. Hana was kind. She wasn't a slut. She wasn't. The world thinking that was wrong.
That was Dae-hyun believed.
Lying in bed, Dae-hyun stared up at the ceiling. The stalker, despite everything, didn't have any recordings of the deepfake livestream. He insisted he didn't make those. He admitted to his other crimes, how he hid photos through a custom-made server and USB, and planned to distribute them once he found something spicy enough. He never did and so he kept it private.
It…kinda made sense. They checked the stalker's bank account and, so far, it didn't seem like he made money from selling Hana's photos. He did make money from selling the nudes and private photos of other famous celebrities. That much, he was going to jail over. But Hana Song specifically?
Everybody else in Overwatch didn't notice but Dae-hyun did.
It was like everybody was convinced Hana couldn't be an Asian girl with an addiction to white cock. Like...like it was simply impossible.
Maybe because he had talked to Hana who joked about the deepfakes not being deepfakes at all. All of a sudden, Dae-hyun swallowed the lump in his throat.
"No way, just…no way. Hana isn't a slut. He just isn't."
That was what he told himself. That was what he kept telling himself—until tonight.
Ding!
Dae-hyun's phone buzzed and an unexpected notification lit up the screen. He frowned, curiosity mixing with dread as he opened the message. A video file, sent anonymously, with no caption—just the file name:
"Your Reward.mp4".
Dae-hyun's thumb hovered over the play button for a moment before he tapped it. The screen flickered to life.
The camera quality was amateur, shaky, and poorly lit. But there was no mistaking who was in the frame. Hana Song, his Hana, staring directly at the lens with a mischievous smile. She was sitting on her knees on a bed, wearing nothing but a lacy pink bra that amazing on her C-cups.
"Hey, Dae-hyun," Hana greeted , her voice dripping with a sweetness that felt like a knife twisting in his gut. "You've been such a good little snitch for me, so I thought I'd give you a little… reward." She giggled, her fingers tracing teasing circles on a man's…thigh.
Wait, what?
Suddenly, Dae-hyun sat up straight. Was she…was there someone behind her? It was dark so he couldn't see anything vital at all.
"Meet William. He's my boyfriend."
…
"What…?"
Dae-hyun's throat felt that lump again. Boyfriend? When the hell did she get a boyfriend? That was when the camera turned and his stomach dropped. The view was no longer of the gorgeous e-girl but a man's cock. A white cock, to be exact.
The same cock from the livestreams.
The same cock that Dae-hyun witnessed stretching Hana's pussy in those videos.
The same cock that Dae-hyun allowed to fuck Hana; that he jacked off to.
Even relaxed, the white cock was huge. Thick. Veiny. A monstrous, pale pillar of flesh that made Dae-hyun's own dick feel pathetic in comparison. It was hung over and shaped like a banana.
"I know you've always had a thing for me," Hana continued. "You're a good guy too! Nothing against it. But, well… let's just say you're not exactly my type." She turned to the cock, running her fingers along the absurd soft length. It twitched under her touch, already starting to harden. "But he is."
Dae-hyun's fingers tightened around his phone as he watched. It was the same as the livestreams, he couldn't look away.
That cock and Hana…
They were perfect for each other.
Giggling, she peppered kisses along the tip and then the rest of the shaft until she reached his balls. Seated the way as the faceless male was, Dae-hyun could see his huge balls press and squeeze his sack.
He clenched his fist to compare. There was no comparing. This white dude's fucking balls were bigger than his fists. They were like tangerines, ripe and ready to creampie a hundred women.
But instead of populating his own people, this white man chose Hana Song.
His crush. He could officially say that because of this feeling his chest could only ache the way it did if he loved her on some level. She wasn't some friend, she meant something.
So when the camera was handed over to the man, his heart broke and his cock twitched. Suddenly, this was a POV blowjob from Hana Song. This was his reward for successfully helping her.
What a reward it was.
Hana was looking up at the camera, smiling, and she darted out to lick the tip of William's cock. It was so big, so fucking big, that when those licks became something more, when she opened herself up to his cock…
It barely fit in her mouth. But that didn't stop her. Her O-shaped lips were around the head, sucking gently as her hand stroked the shaft. One hand, then the other. Two hands stroking that giant fucking cock and her lips sucking deep like a vacuum.
William didn't make a sound.
This was Dae-hyun's reward, even though it was William's cock receiving all the pleasure. It was difficult to self-insert. The disparity between cocks was so fucking wide. How could he self-insert?
This wasn't porn. This was his friend. His crush. His…his reward.
Dae-hyun's dick ached. He hated this. He hated this white stud. But he couldn't stop watching. Hana's head bobbed up and down, her lips stretching around the girth of William's cock. He could never hate her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the tip before pulling back to lick the wet tip, coated in her essence. Saliva dripped down the length of him, glistening in the dim light.
Then the Asian slut slammed back down, gobbling up eight inches in a flash. Dae-hyun's eyes widened.
"When did you get so good at this, Hana?"
He didn't get that. That was more than double Dae-hyun's length. Just…just how? When? For how long? It had only been two weeks since that original livestream.
Was Hana Song just talented in dick sucking? Or did this man use every single fucking hole like she was a common whore?
Both options caused his heart and balls to rile up. The first because—it should have been me! The second for—I can't believe you've become a whore to this random white guy!
He wanted to ask so many questions and knew she would never answer. This was recorded. This was already done. Hana had already let this cock do whatever it wanted with her.
Dae-hyun's own cock was lonely and desperate.
William's cock was getting love bombed by his crush.
The Korean streamer pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. Her eyes had never stopped locking with the camera, with Dae-hyun's through the screen. "Jealous?" she teased, her fingers wrapping around the base of William's dick. She slapped the huge white pipe against her cheek, the sound sharp and humiliating. "Don't be, Dae-hyun. Not all men can be this big. I know it's genetics. Flat chest is justice, small dicks are justice." Hana giggled. "You know, all that stuff."
All that stuff she preached on stream, all that agreeing with simps, all those jokes about anime nonsense…
Hana proudly said body types didn't matter. Abs didn't matter. Personality and hobbies and being funny did.
A total lie.
She fell in love with this man solely because of his big white cock.
His mind and his hand were operating at different wavelengths. His hand unzipped his pants and pulling out his own cock. It was pathetic compared to William's—smaller, thinner, less impressive in every way. He stroked his four incher roughly, his eyes glued to ihs phone screen while Hana giggled and kept smacking that cock against her.
Smack, smack, smack!
All the while giggling and smiling.
Hana could wave it around like a flagpole. It was that fucking big. She slapped it against her cheek lightly at first, then with more force. The sound echoed through the room—a wet, sharp smack that made Dae-hyun's cock twitch despite himself. He could almost feel the impact, the way Hana's cheek would jiggle slightly under the weight of it.
The two pink whisker-like markers on her face especially. The thing that made differentiated Hana from any other Asian e-girl.
William, the boyfriend or pornstar or whoever the fuck he was, didn't need to speak. His cock did all the talking. It was thick, hard, and throbbing with every slap, the veins on it standing out as if they were about to burst. Hana's cheek turned slightly pink as though she was becoming drunk from the scent, but she didn't stop. She kept slapping it against her face, each hit louder and more deliberate than the last. The sound was etched into Dae-hyun's mind,
William's cock twitched, a bead of precum forming at the tip. Hana noticed it immediately, her tongue darting out to lick it away. She moaned softly, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through Dae-hyun's body.
Because woah. Aside from the livestream which he had half-convinced himself was fake, he had never heard her moan. Hana was…she wasn't a slut! She wasn't! She didn't show her tits on stream o-or open up an OnlyFans despite knowing how much money it would make. She was…she was…
"Mmmmmph!"
The woman of his dreams swallowed all thirteen inches of her new boyfriend's cock.
Her throat, her mind, every part of Hana had been trained for this BWC.
The white male in the video's hips stuttered. Even he didn't expect that. This chick was breaking every man's expectations. That was when Dae-hyun knew she was gone; or rather, that this wasn't a deepfake or Hana being blackmailed.
Hana was sucking and deepthroating this big white cock for the love of the game. The same way she loved mechs. The same way she loved playing games professionally. The same way she loved streaming.
This kind of dedication and ability was only allowed to the chosen. Pornstars could go their whole lives struggling to take down a cock of that magnitude.
This horny, goblin of an Asian chick did it in two weeks. She just swooped it down her throat.
Her eyes were closed and her lips were stretched to their limit as she stayed there. The camera momentarily shifted to her raised ass. A slutty waist connected to a perfect peach ass. Dae-hyun's favourite part of her, whether she was in pyjamas or in her skintight, erotic suit. High in the air, Dae-Hyun wished he could grab it.
Instead, the white man slapped it once to show Dae-hyun and then pointed the camera back down.
Jesus Christ.
All that cock—just gone. Disappeared into her throat. Bulging and struggling yet there. She was there.
Dae-hyun jerked himself off. How could he not? Slowly, Hana's head bobbed up and down. It wasn't fast, it wasn't professional. But she was doing it. She actually gagged slightly, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't stop. Her hand cupped William's balls, massaging them as she sucked his cock with a hunger that made Dae-hyun's stomach twist.
Again, this could only be done from a woman that had a love of the game—of the art of sucking big cocks.
What little of the base of the cock throbbed visibly, the veins pulsing as he grew even harder. Hana's nose flared. The cock was overwhelming her and in a rush, she pulled back, gasping for air, her lips swollen and glistening with spit.
"J-Jesus…"
But she was smiling. Hana was happy.
Happy with this giant, thirteen inch cock.
"Fucking hell…"
Dae-hyun hardly recognized his own voice. It was of awe and jealousy and every possible emotion. But honestly, how could he hate the guy? With a cock like that, why wouldn't you plow Hana senseless?
"But why Hana…why my crush of all people…"
Between all the simps and attractive members of Overwatch and the military, Dae-hyun stood the biggest chance of dating the virgin e-girl. Yes, she was a virgin, something she admitted when she was drunk. She swore him not to tell anyone and with a smile, chuckle, and slap on the shoulder, he agreed
Hana Song was no longer a virgin.
Her brand was no longer so joking. Now, there was a serious, genuine, and authentic element of a whore.
Dae-hyun thought long and hard while his hand moved faster and faster, his cock aching with a need he hated to admit. Hana's lips wrapped underneath the BWC's crown, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside as she sucked him with a skill that left Dae-hyun speechless.
It was the skill combined with the fact that his BWC was so fucking big that she could do this.
That was when, for the first time, there was a grunt. A manly grunt from the man in the video.
Oh fuck.
He was about to cum.
But where?
Dae-hyun saw Hana wear the biggest, sluttiest smile he had ever seen on her and on any woman, period.
William's cock throbbed once, twice, and then erupted in thick, white ropes of cum. A fountain of white that coincided with Dae-hyun's own orgasm.
Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt! Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
"Holy shit…"
One splatter, one cumshot, utterly put Dae-hyun's feeble strings to shame. With Dae-hyun, he was able to grab a couple tissues and, you know, block his load. But William? The giant white cock in the video?
Hana opened her mouth and the first spurt landed on her tongue. A huge glaze of cum that was then accompanied by another blast. Two more flew out, one painting her face from her nose down to her chin and on her eyebrow and the other a diagonal mess.
One rope of cum alone was worth more than Dae-hyun could put out in a whole day. It…it didn't make sense!
Were white men just better? N-no, it couldn't be, it was just this guy. This guy who had Hana opening her mouth and grinning ear to ear. Hana who then proceeded to lean forward to take the rest for herself. Her lips going allll the way down, sucking him clean as she swallowed every drop.
All that throbbing, all that spurting, all of it kept inside her throat. Hana went balls-deep.
She loved it. She loved this cock and his balls and his cum. Everything about her new boyfriend made her go crazy.
Dae-hyun softened. He hated this and he couldn't look away.
Hana didn't drag herself out. She stayed there, cum stained and ruined, letting the throbs echoe in her throat. Her eyes were clouded in a kind of haze he had never seen before.
The video ended right then and there. An image of Hana Song's face glazed in snowy-white cum and her lips buried to the hilt of another man's cock.
Dae-hyun didn't know what to do. A tissue pressed against the tip of his cock. He decided to clean up. Post-nut clarity hit him and he considered telling Overwatch and the Korean government the truth. The search for D.va had not been called off yet. There was still a chance to find her and this boyfriend—
Ding!
A notification.
Ah.
It was a photo of her face covered in white cum, mouth opened and etched upwards in a smile, and a cock tapping at her chin. Her lacy pink bra was off too. A message accompanied the photo.
> Anonymous: thank youuuuu
> Anonymous: this is for all the help (;
Any thoughts of reconsideration were gone. If this was what it was like being in the friendzone, then Dae-hyun Park was more than happy to be in it.
***
All over the news was the esteemed female reporter, Olympia Shaw. A red drone followed her as she walked close to a railing overlooking the large Japanese city.
The reporter Olympia Shaw was in Tokyo, reporting the news as she always did. Today, it was all about Hana Song.
"In a shocking turn of events, nearly a month ago, the gaming sensation Hana "D.Va" Song, known for her extraordinary skills in the world of esports, reportedly lost her streams to a stacker. Aged twenty-seven, the young man was a big fan of Hana Song and other celebrities and regularly hacked into cloud networks to retrieve and sell intimate photos for the highest bidder. It has been further reported that the CIA has been assigned to deal with the people the images have been sold to. It has assured that every preparator and investor of this hacker will be punished.
Of course, that has not stopped questions from being asked, especially of Hana Song who has gone quiet on the online sphere. Overwatch has personally assured us it is a psychological issue and that once she is comfortable, Hana Song will return. Even so, the contents of the stream cannot be shown but concerns over deepfake AI technology have arisen all over the globe. Concerns of security and privacy and whether even facial scans should be banned technology.
Considering that Hana Song was not, in fact, in Tokyo, it has even raised discussions of camera footages in court cases and whether they can as admissible as they were ten years prior—"
Hana decided to report back to Overwatch. Sort-of. She messaged them on a private Overwatch-members-only channel, telling them that she was okay and that she wanted to isolate after seeing the fake stream. Overwatch wanted her to come in. Hana cited psychological issues. It took convincing from Dae-hyun and Winston to finally leave her alone. The Korea government was especially desperate in knowing her location. She didn't tell them though.
They had no idea where she was, only that she was isolated and wanted to be alone.
But she was never really alone. That iconic stream of hers was the most talked of sex tape in the last century. Viewership-wise, it almost cracked fifty million. Real or fake, it didn't matter; it was quality.
"Oh~! Oh! Oh! Mmmmph! William! William!"
D.va and William. An Asian gamer girl and a blue-collar white man.
On that fated vacation in Tokyo, Hana had discovered so many things about herself. First, she liked it rough. She loved getting fucked from behind as she played games on her set-up.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"I love you, William! I love you, I love you, I love youuuu~!"
Second, she was capable of falling in love. She was capable of relaxing and being selfish. She was capable of being herself without any simps or internet connection.
Indeed, no one would know that Hana Song had bought a large suburban house in the middle of Tokyo, nor would they know that the famed D.va was being fucked from behind by William while she played on her streamer set-up.
The keyboards clambered after every thrust and flicks of her fingers.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her pink chair was kicked over. Her headphones were on and only her white booty shorts and pink panties were pulled down. Only her black tanktop remained.
She didn't wear a bra. Why would she?
"I can't focus! W-wait! L-l-let me just—let me just—!"
Breasts and arms flat on the computer set-up, Hana was playing Team Fortress 2 and relying completely on instincts. What was her character? Somebody with a gun. Was she in a team fight? Yep. Was she dying? Also yes.
Her ass jiggled as he pounded away. God, his cock just wouldn't leave her womb alone. It was always fulfilling. Her smile leaked heaps of slobber.
They were going to have to clean up after this, and by they, that meant William. Hana had no sense of cleanliness. For such a messy woman to be able to hide from her own government seemed impossible.
That was because it wasn't just her: William helped. Everybody failed to track D.va's exact location because William bought the house under another man's name. See, William was a translator that travelled all over the world. He could speak many, many languages and started off as a mercenary whose services were offered through email and self-advertising on the internet.
In the beginning, he did all sorts of things. Translating manga, books, helping with global advertising, etc. He often gave his card to secretaries of big names in the global world and they sometimes took him up. It wasn't a stable job, however.
That was until a certain point. A little after the video he and Hana recorded for Dae-hyun, William joined a small-time company of translators that did this full-time. It was a lucky break. They had a network and big connections, and they wanted the best so they hired him. So, his job as the translator evolved.
Part of his evolution was to help wealthy immigrants settle in Tokyo. He either acted as a temporary host or maybe something like a servant. Always, it was just temporarily, hardly a month of work, and the pay cheques were phenomenal and in cash.
It was a good, quiet gig until Hana got the bright idea to use the money of a particularly wealthy man to buy a house. Hana herself couldn't move too much of her money without Overwatch knowing. With William's new income and some very illegal accounting changes, they were able to develop a new persona and get their own house. To the rich man, it was but a blip in his accounts.
To Hana and William, it was the perfect fuckfest.
Neither Overwatch nor the Korean government would know she was at home playing an online game as she was getting fucked, as a single white man listened to her moan loudly in Korean.
Gasping for air, she played the game. She clicked rapidly and got one kill, two kills...oh wow, a full team kill! No wonder she became a mech pilot. Whether she was dying or getting fucked, Hana Song could handle any kind of pressure.
"Nggghh!"
Her hands slipped from the mouse. She stood still for too long and died.
Okay, maybe a dick reaching her womb was the one pressure she couldn't handle.
"Are you winning?" William asked, smirking.
"I-I'll be fine." Gasp, whimper, and orgasm. The Asian girl managed to grab her mouse again right as she spawned back in. "Just focus on fucking me!"
"A lady knows, I suppose."
A gamer girl getting fucked while gaming. A wondrous view. William smilled, pulled his cock back to the tip, showing how glossy and creamy it was from her pussy. She slapped her left ass cheeks, earning a moan, and then slammed back in, leading to a loud, dramatic gasp.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
So tight. So right.
William couldn't help but be in love with Hana Song. Everything about her was just perfect.
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