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The neon lights of the lavish Las Vegas casino pulsed like a heartbeat, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the sprawling gaming floor. It was New Year's Eve 2025, and the Hololive girls had descended upon the scene for their most ambitious live stream yet—a wild, unfiltered party broadcast straight to YouTube. Dressed to kill in skimpy outfits that pushed the boundaries of their usual cute personas, they were ready to ring in the new year with chaos and champagne. Calliope Mori rocked a low-cut red sequin dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, her scythe propped against a slot machine as she downed shots with a mischievous grin. Kiara Takanashi flaunted a fiery orange cocktail dress with a thigh-high slit, her phoenix wings adding an extra flair as she danced on a blackjack table, feathers fluttering everywhere. Amelia Watson sported a detective-themed mini-skirt ensemble, complete with garters and a fedora, sleuthing her way through the crowd while sneaking sips from a hidden flask. Ina'nis Ninomae went for a mystical vibe in a sheer black lace top and short skirt, her tentacles playfully wrapping around roulette wheels as she cast "spells" on losing bets. And then there was Gawr Gura, the shark girl herself, looking uncharacteristically bold in a tiny blue bikini top and micro-skirt that barely covered her tail, her usual innocence amplified by the virgin blush on her cheeks—she'd never been to a place like this, let alone dressed so provocatively.
The stream was exploding: over a million viewers tuned in, chat scrolling at warp speed with emojis, cheers, and thirsty comments. "HOLY SHARK TAIL, GURA LOOKS HOT AF!" one message read. The girls kicked off the antics with a bang—literally. Calli started a rap battle at the craps table. Kiara challenged Ina to a chicken dance-off on the poker felt, their hips swaying seductively as tentacles and wings flailed in hilarious sync. Ame "investigated" a slot machine by pouring glitter into it, causing a jackpot malfunction that sprayed coins everywhere like confetti. The crowd erupted, everyone scrambling for coins. "This is the best New Year's ever!" Gura squealed, her voice tinny over the mic, though she hung back a bit, wide-eyed at the whirlwind.
Amid the comedic chaos—Kiara accidentally setting a napkin on fire with her enthusiasm, Calli challenging a burly bouncer to an arm-wrestle (and winning), Ina drawing eldritch symbols on cocktail napkins, and Ame rigging a roulette wheel with chewing gum—the focus splintered. No one noticed when Gura, separated in the frenzy, wandered over to a quieter blackjack table. She was trying to play a hand, her shark teeth nibbling nervously on her lip, when a tall, handsome black man slid into the seat beside her. He was sharp-dressed in a tailored suit, his smile confident and disarming, a deck of cards in his hand like he owned the place. "First time at the tables, little shark?" he asked, his voice smooth as velvet. Gura nodded shyly, her tail swishing. He leaned in, teaching her the rules with a wink, his hand brushing hers as he dealt a practice round.
The stream camera, manned by a rotating Hololive staffer, caught glimpses of the group but missed the escalating flirtation. As the clock ticked toward midnight, the man's advances grew bolder—whispers in her ear about how her outfit made her look irresistible, a hand on her thigh under the table. Gura's cheeks flushed deeper; she'd never felt this kind of attention, her virgin curiosity piqued amid the alcohol-fueled haze. Before she knew it, he had her backed against the table's edge, the chaos around them a perfect cover. The other girls were too busy: Calli was crowd-surfing on a wave of casino patrons, Kiara leading a conga line through the slots, Ina summoning an eerie portal, and Ame pickpocketing party hats for a prank.
In one swift motion, he lifted Gura onto the blackjack table, her micro-skirt hiking up as cards scattered like fallen leaves. The stream's wide-angle lens captured it vaguely in the background, but the foreground madness—fireworks popping early, champagne spraying—distracted everyone. He ravished her right there, eagerly popping her cherry with deep thrusts. Gura gasped, her initial shock melting into unexpected pleasure, her small hands gripping his shoulders as waves of sensation crashed over her. "O-oh... this feels... good?" she murmured, her voice lost in the din, her tail thrashing wildly.
Chat exploded: "WTF IS HAPPENING TO GURA???" Fans at home, hands already busy from the sexy outfits, ramped up their jerking off, comments flooding—"Gura's gone black!" "Virgin shark deflowered live, this stream is legendary!" The view count skyrocketed, the New Year's ball dropped, confetti raining down while Gura climaxed on camera, her petite body arching in pleasure. The Hololive girls finally noticed, bursting into shocked laughter and cheers, toasting to the "craziest stream ever" as the clock struck midnight.
