Ari’s RGB-lit room pulsed pink and blue as she strapped on the VR headset, sinking into her gaming chair with thighs spread wide over the armrests. Tonight’s mod was custom—tentacle apocalypse, the kind that made normies log off in horror. But not her. She loaded in as the helpless waifu protagonist, petite body barely covered in shredded school uniform, pouty lips already parted in fake protest.
The tentacles came fast, slick and throbbing, wrapping her wrists and ankles, hoisting her into the air like a doll. One thick tendril teased her clit, circling slow while another pushed past her lips, fucking her mouth with wet, pulsing rhythm. Ari moaned into the mic—half ahegao, half trash-talk—”Onii-chan, they’re stretching me… so deep…” Her real fingers mirrored the scene, plunging into her soaked pussy as virtual cocks slithered inside, filling her ass and cunt at once, ridged and relentless.
She edged herself for what felt like hours, denying the build-up while the tentacles pumped fake cum in hot spurts, overflowing and dripping in glossy trails down her pixelated thighs. When she finally let go, she squirted hard across her keyboard, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out in full bimbo bliss as the screen glitched with overload. “Player two, you lose,” she giggled breathlessly, logging out covered in her own mess. The headset stayed on her nightstand like a trophy. Tomorrow she’d crank the difficulty—maybe add some forbidden ageplay mods, turn the tentacles into strict sensei vibes. Her waifu world had no limits, and neither did she.