I stood in the doorway as Aya began stripping her mother's bed.
Her mother's bedroom was larger than Aya's and Hina's, but simply furnished. I mean, there was nothing I'd call decoration. Just a bed, a chair, a chest of drawers, and a vanity with a mirror.
Aya worked quickly. With an almost professional touch. Her mom's floral sheets were tossed into a corner and replaced by the shiny white ones Aya had bought.
She hung a large white sheet on the wall to serve as a backdrop.
Too much white… I could go blind in this room.
After the light and cameras were set up, the bedroom looked like a high-end clinic—or a boutique hotel.
Aya rummaged through the drawers until she found a white silk handkerchief. She smoothed it out on the nightstand.
"This," she said, "is the perfect first-blood towel. It'll show every single trace. The whales will lose their minds." She giggled.
I felt something in my stomach.
I really wanted to have sex with Hina. But this set up and Aya's giddy tone rubbed me the wrong way.
I'd rather make Hina a woman in her room. Alone. The way I taught her oral.
But then—there were also those millions that Aya kept talking about.
Fine. Money won't hurt. Hina also needs the money. It's not like this is work.
"Why is this one here?" I asked Aya, pointing at the second camera by the side of the bed.
She glanced, preoccupied with something. "That's for her face. They need to see her reaction every step of the way. See?" she showed on the laptop screen. "Close-up."
Perfectly planned.
"This is interesting…" Aya muttered.
"What is?"
She waved and quickly closed a drawer. "Nothing, nothing. We need to get the Private Room going." She suddenly looked jumpy. "Where is Hina?"
Aya sat by the laptop. "Joining the chat," she tossed at me over the shoulder. "The top bidders gets to choose the positions," she announced in the mic. "We'll start the auction for 'Command Rights' at 50,000 yen..."
I watched her operate the machinery.
She was good at it.
The perfect fit for her.
Aya glanced at the clock. "Where the hell is she?" she hissed. She turned to me. "Go, fetch her. Now. We go live in ten minutes."
Me again? What am I, your servant?
Five fucking million…
I walked back to Hina's room. Her door wasn't fully closed.
She was already dressed in the outfit Aya had left for her. A white lace slip. Almost transparent. She looked out the window.
"You're ready?" I asked.
She slowly lifted her eyes to mine. She didn't look angry or scared. She just looked empty.
Made me want to put my hands on her shoulders.
"You don't want to do it?" I asked her.
Hina didn't reply. She didn't even blink. She just walked past me toward her mother's room.
"Ah, there you are," Aya said when she saw us.
She got up and came over to Hina. "You look very nice, sis," she said, adjusting a strap of Hina's white lace slip. To bare more of her shoulders. "So sexy. Heavenly. You'll be a total star tonight."
She gave Hina a little hug.
Made Hina loosen slightly and smile—also a little.
Aya stepped back and tilted her head. "Now, listen. I don't want you to worry about 'acting' tonight. Don't try to be cool."
She fluffed some of Hina's hair. "If it hurts, moan," she instructed. "If you're scared, cry. Make faces. These guys... this audience wants to see every second of it as it is. They paid for the real deal. Okay?"
Hina's half-smile disappeared. She nodded.
Aya checked the time and snapped her fingers. "Kaito, get her in place. We're getting started."
I took Hina's hand. Her palm was sweaty. Cold sweat.
I led her to the bed. Hina sat down on the white sheets. Bright. Clinical. She looked like a sacrifice on a very expensive altar.
She shivered when I let go of her hand.
"Good," Aya said. She sat behind the laptop. "We're going live. It's intro time first. Kaito, stand over here. Don't enter the frame yet."
I glanced at Hina. She was staring at her knees.
She needs me next to her.
"Good evening, everyone," Aya chirped, transforming instantly. All sultry and dazzling. "Welcome to the Private Room. You know why you're here. Tonight isn't just a regular stream. Tonight, our little Imouto is going through that magic door," she said, gesturing vaguely toward the bed. "The one every girl has to walk through to reach true womanhood. She's a little nervous, but she's ready for it, and she's all yours."
Alpha80: She looks like a doll. Is she even real?
Gold_Digger: Look at those eyes. She's terrified. I love it.
Aya chuckled. "The chat is moving so fast it's hard to read. Everyone is saying hello to you, Imouto."
Hina looked up, blinking against the light. She gave an awkward wave.
"User GoldShogun asks," Aya read, "'Does she know what she's going to do tonight?'"
Aya looked at Hina.
Hina nodded. "Yes..."
"Several users ask if you really want to lose your virginity?" Aya read with a light laugh, like it was a joke. "Tell them, do you want to become a woman, Imouto?"
I looked at Hina. From my angle, I could see the rapid pulse in her neck.
She looked at the camera. Then, she glanced at me. Asking. Or maybe just checking that I was still there.
I'm here.
Hina looked back at the camera. "I..." She swallowed hard. "I want to. I do."
Aya grinned.
Salaryman_Zen: She's so shy! Can't wait to see her do it.
VIP_K: Are you afraid of the Master's cock? Ask her that.
Aya read the prompt aloud and stared at Hina.
Hina slowly shook her head.
Ching.
Ching.
"You see?" Aya exclaimed playfully. "She's not afraid. She's hungry for it. Goshujin, step into the light. Show everyone what she's going to deal with."
I walked into the frame and stood next to Hina.