/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>32829118
>Mori is an icon of sin
I see it.

>>32138372
Mori LUST!

>Pound me all the way Amelia
>No mercy

>>31497713
But death-sensei said that mori has no friends

>>31085410
>Is everyone just extremely attached to their oshi?
Anon-san? I'm pretty sure this is what having one means.

Wait, Polka's been to EN server?

Uh oh transbraps, this isnt looking good...

Im going to be shitting on Kiara for overworking Mori for weeks to come. Anything bad Mori does is now Kiara's fault until the song releases.

>>29259895
ironic coming from a deadbrap

>>29257838
Mori reclining hard...

Serious question here: if she didn't give a fuck about Hololive and "idol" shit disgusted her and she fucking hated it but wanted to try it to get her music out there, why the fuck did she not just become an indie vtuber instead of applying for a company with an established fanbase and "culture"? Why the fuck did she not stay as the demoncube but got an avatar and be done with it? She would have gotten more freedom to play whatever she wanted and to collab with whatever shitty normie e-celebs she likes after gaining traction. She could have gotten her start WITH collabs with other indies that she knows anyway.

It makes no sense to me, business-wise, why she instead just applied randomly to Hololive all half-assed expecting nothing instead of doing literally 10 minutes of research and realizing that what she ACTUALLY would benefit from was to be an indie vtuber and focus on herself and nothing else. Directly tying herself to a company is an instant restriction to what she REALLY wants to do for her endgame.

Whenever I analyze it, it just seems pointless. She doesn't care about games, doesn't play them, doesn't wanna learn them, doesn't wanna be an idol to disgusting people she hates unless they give her money, doesn't do well in collabs with other holos, doesn't care about ANYTHING other than her music and doesn't care about what anyone else has to say about anything, ever. Then what the fuck was the point of joining if she's already basically a company-sponsored indie? Mori feels like a side-project music holo more than a part of a group. If that's what she wanted, then mission accomplished I guess? It's so bizarre.

>>29140510
Not a poorly made nattative when she literally confirmed it on the podcast. You are coping by denying reality.

How the fuck is Calli of all people going to teach NEET Virgins what to talk about on a date? I don't doubt she's had sex before, I sincerely doubt she's been in a relationship or many dates.

Hololive Global

I want to do terrible things to Calli

>>27429725
And some other things.

>>27396220
Among other things.

>>27349963
I want to slap her around until tears run down her face as she begs for more.

https://files.catbox.moe/1alnyx.mp3
Mori looks at you, her eyes pleading. "Give it to me." She exhales her desires in a breathy whisper. Your hand makes a resounding crack as you strike her hard across the face. Her naked body tumbles to the ground. She glances up to you, her face flush with arousal and longing. "Please sir. I beg of you."
"What do you want Calli?" You toy with her. She bites her quivering lower lip, one hand on her reddening cheek. "Please. Call me the other thing."
"What other thing? Oh you want me to call you as you are you PIECE OF SHIT?" You place extra emphasis on each syllable. At the words "piece of shit" she beings to masturbate furiously, panting as a puddle forms between her legs. You stride over and grab her roughly by the hair, hoisting her to her knees as you smack her again. "Who gave you permission to do that?"
She sobs, in relief, in ecstasy, in pain, it's all the same to her. "I'm sorry. I deserve it. I deserve everything that happens to me."
"You don't deserve your success. You don't deserve the superchats. You don't deserve the memberships. You're just a fake, an imposter, standing on the shoulders of those who came before you."
She's weeping openly now. She nods her heard in agreement as you send dagger after dagger into her heart, because in her heart, she knows it to be true. You embrace her, your throbbing erection pulsating against her soft stomach. Her breasts press against your chest, you can feel her rapid heartbeat. She's almost ready. You push her back and utter your final humiliating command.

"Now dance for me."

Mori looks at you, her eyes pleading. "Give it to me." She exhales her desires in a breathy whisper. Your hand makes a resounding crack as you strike her hard across the face. Her naked body tumbles to the ground. She glances up to you, her face flush with arousal and longing. "Please sir. I beg of you."
"What do you want Calli?" You toy with her. She bites her quivering lower lip, one hand on her reddening cheek. "Please. Call me the other thing."
"What other thing? Oh you want me to call you as you are you PIECE OF SHIT?" You place extra emphasis on each syllable. At the words "piece of shit" she beings to masturbate furiously, panting as a puddle forms between her legs. You stride over and grab her roughly by the hair, hoisting her to her knees as you smack her again. "Who gave you permission to do that?"
She sobs, in relief, in ecstasy, in pain, it's all the same to her. "I'm sorry. I deserve it. I deserve everything that happens to me."
"You don't deserve your success. You don't deserve the superchats. You don't deserve the memberships. You're just a fake, an imposter, standing on the shoulders of those who came before you."
She's weeping openly now. She nods her heard in agreement as you send dagger after dagger into her heart, because in her heart, she knows it to be true. You embrace her, your throbbing erection pulsating against her soft stomach. Her breasts press against your chest, you can feel her rapid heartbeat. She's almost ready. You push her back and utter your final humiliating command.

"Now dance for me."

Mori looks at you, her eyes pleading. "Give it to me." She exhales her desires in a breathy whisper. Your hand makes a resounding crack as you strike her hard across the face. Her naked body tumbles to the ground.She glances up to you, her face flush with arousal and longing. "Please sir. I beg of you."

"What do you want Calli?" You toy with her. She bites her quivering lower lip, one hand on her reddening cheek. "Please. Call me the other thing."
"What other thing? Oh you want me to call you as you are you PIECE OF SHIT?" You place extra emphasis on each syllable. At the words "piece of shit" she beings to masturbate furiously, panting as a puddle forms between her legs.

You stride over and grab her roughly by the hair, hoisting her to her knees as you smack her again. "Who gave you permission to do that?"
She sobs, in relief, in ecstasy, in pain, it's all the same to her. "I'm sorry. I deserve it. I deserve everything that happens to me."
"You don't deserve your success. You don't deserve the superchats. You don't deserve the memberships. You're just a fake, an imposter, standing on the shoulders of those who came before you."

She's weeping openly now. She nods her heard in agreement as you send dagger after dagger into her heart, because in her heart, she knows it to be true. You embrace her, your throbbing erection pulsating against her soft stomach. Her breasts press against your chest, you can feel her rapid heartbeat. She's almost ready. You push her back and utter your final humiliating command.

"Now dance for me."