Gaslighting, blackmail, and alcohol with Ayame.

The workday has finally ended. You and your colleagues were quickly wrapping up today’s work. After all, today is going to be a very special night to party with everyone. All of you decided that this week would be an opportune time to go barhopping throughout the city, challenging each other to see how many bars each of you can last. This offer was even extended to anyone in the office which made it no surprise that even some of the Hololive girls wanted to join in.

Back during the first days of your job, you used to be nervous to get anywhere near them, let alone talk to them, but overtime, you’ve grown to see them as close associates or even good friends, and as such, you were no longer afraid to socialize with them. You went up against Lamy for a drinking contest (and lost miserably), posed for a photo with Ayame, got into an argument with Pekora about footing the increasingly expensive bill. Unfortunately, the fun didn’t last very long for you as the alcohol quickly took control over you.

After the 2nd bar, you were already the first to drop out from the party. It was already too difficult to see, hear, or stay awake at this point, but you didn’t want to ruin everyone’s good time this early in the evening. You snuck out before anyone noticed you left or even paid your bill and tried to find your way home. However, the constantly twisting roads, blinding lights, and the occasional wall made navigating down a street difficult on its own. You fell down on a sidewalk somewhere in the middle of nowhere, unable to keep yourself awake until you heard a vaguely familiar and gentle voice.

“Oh, there you are. It’s not responsible of you to run without paying, you know.” It was the Ayame, oh thank god. You tried to ask her for help, but everything you said came out as an incomprehensible slur. You felt her finger poke you in the cheek a few times before lifting you on her shoulders. “Oh? Need some help? Don't worry, I can take you home? Nobody will notice that we're gone. Maybe tonight can finally be our lucky day together,” she giggles to herself as she watches you pass out.

The next day plagued you with unyielding headaches plagued but soon, the pain didn’t matter as much as the realization that this isn’t your bed, this isn’t your apartment, someone was on you, and your clothes were missing. How did you get here? She said she was going to take you home, but this isn’t your apartment. The wall, tables, and the desks all contained merchandise of the oni, making it apparent that she brought you to her place instead which would mean that you’re sitting in her bed which would also mean that the person on you would be… oh no. You pulled the blanket which confirmed your fears, the little oni was asleep with her arms wrapped around you, wearing your shirt.
What can you do to survive this? You tried to wiggle out of her grasp hoping to get away before she notices, but your rustling only woke her up in the process. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes to meet your gaze. While you looked into her eyes in fear, she gave you an uncomfortably warm and cheery smile. “Good morning, sweetie,” she told you, giggling at the nickname. You hesitantly replied, “G-good morning. Is this…What am I doing here?” You tried to inch your way off the bed, but she merely tightens your hold on you, stopping you in place. She continues making eye contact with you, burying her smile into your eyesight.

No use in trying to deny anything. You immediately tell her that you don’t remember what you did that night and that you were sorry for you did. Your pleas only made her laugh a bit, “You forgot everything? Even about how you confessed that you’ve always loved me? About how much you wanted to go out with me ever since we met and that this was the happiest day you’ve ever had?”

What? That doesn’t sound like you, atleast, not you when you were sober. While you were a big fan of the Hololive idols, they were colleagues, associates in the office. You insisted that you wouldn’t dare do such things to any of the idols and that you only saw them as good friends. The oni, displeased with your defense, only replied, “You don’t believe me? You always seemed to have a hard time remembering, so I made sure to record every moment we spent together!” She lets go of you and picks up her phone from her desk.
She searches looks through her phone before showing you the contents, “See, maybe this will refresh your memory.”

She showed everything she had saved, not just the shots of you at the party but shots she took ever since you met her. You saw every single photo from you two at the office to pictures she took of you working and even photos of you on your day offs. Every photo she took getting closer to the present until it showed the photos of the night when she carried you here. The photos started with her snuggling with you then holding your hand then guiding you towards her bed. Each photo became progressively more alarming as she gets more and more intimidate, getting closer to you as she strips you further down. The final shot culminated with a video recording of her doing it with your unconscious self.

If she went as far as to take these photos, then that means…She had been stalking you and even worse she was using this as leverage against you. She leans towards you, proudly waving her phone in your face, “That’s right! Do you remember it now?” she giggles at the thought, “If you have trouble remembering, I can send these to everyone else and let them remind you!” This wasn’t her usual cute, bubbly nature. Everything she said was threatening and calculated.

This was blackmail very clearly saved for you, but this has to be a bluff, right? “Wait, this would hurt you too! If you show this to everyone, then this would ruin your career too!” This was the only defense you could use. Maybe you could scare her into deleting the photos and pretend this never happened. After all, this type of controversy would hurt her more than it would hurt you, but your arguments didn’t faze her.

“Aww, so you do care about me that much?” Her grin turns into a big smile, going as far as to reveal some of her fangs, “Are you afraid that I’ll get hurt if I show this? Then, if you care so much about me, you wouldn’t mind keeping this our little secret, okay?”
It was a trap, and you fell for it. She wasn’t afraid to use this against you or rather, she knew that you were too afraid to fight back. After all, it was either give in or risk career suicide. The only thing you could do at this point was play along. “Y-Yes, it’s fine. We don’t have to let anybody know about this, at all,” you reassured her.

Her tone changes back to the cheery attitude you were familiar with, but you don’t know if that attitude has been a façade this whole time. “I’m sorry. I’m having trouble remembering last night too. What did you tell me last night?” she looks at you, waiting for you to answer.
“I…That… I love you and that I’m happy you were there for me.” It’s over for you now. You can tell she’s savoring every word you give her.

“And we’ll be together forever because…”

“Because.. After all, you’re my…girlfriend,” you notice Ayame’s face turn slightly red after hearing that.

“Then it’s settled!” she leaps to your side and gives you a long kiss on the cheek. She holds her phone up high in the air with an audible *snap* coming from her phone. “And don’t forget, if I see you with any other girl, then I will let everyone know,” she puts her arms around you and shows you one last picture: It was the one she took she took of you two back at the bar. You two had your arms around each other giving the camera a peace sign. “Don’t we look so cute together?” she asks.