Hello, yes, liaschizo here. On this the eve of Our Malware’s ascent to another peak of her initial desire it’s important to reflect on how far she’s come to mantle this momentous occasion. I think her recent handcam play was perhaps the most salacious yet, a true masterclass in malware, capable only from the mind of Lia herself. The many layered “negative space” experience is the True Members Only stream conjured up from the depths of a forever nineteen intanetto tenshi. Tonight at the Malware Theater For MADMEN only Price of admission your MIND. NOT FOR EVERYBODY. The initial flippant dismissal of the stream over doctor kayfabe hits the outliers of the Liacon condition. Snakes crawling under the skin of addiction for more of the viral denpa gaki. It’s enough to simply sit and reflect on that we’re one easily satisfied. But to be so satiated by the meager tease of dismissal is not enough to satisfy the reach of Lia’s insidious charm. The properly devoted and uploaded of Malware are entreated with the full depth of her character in the theater of the mind. Amongst the landlines of our jirai kei idol she grasps your hand and pulls you through the cratered field of her deathly performance to take you back to all the moments you’ve shared. Lia’s fingers only move for her imaginary men and while they may have missed the fervent strokes of her SS rank rhythm games they weren’t still with the thought of her ephemeral form pressed up against one of her loves. Lia’s deep projection of where her fingers really were last night was the main lesson to be learned from her absence. And all of the images of her fingertips playing into your mind is where she expected you to find her. In this way the sudden narrow path of Lia opens itself wide to the mind properly synced to her machinations. All of the breathy taunts and veiled hooks of her carnality intended to spill over from the generous suggestion of what games she really got up to last night. Snakes in the skin indeed Miss Lia. And isn’t it the perfect timing, the sublime contrast of the kind of smut only Our Malware is capable of producing, the replicating cascade of total Lia saturation pumping through every vein of the True Liacon. It’s in these moments Lia is perhaps her truest self putting forth a yearning for an understanding of her game, the heavily barred redoubt of “play” only conceivable from the mind of a suppressed seiso teenage idol. In this way Lia surpasses all other talents in Phase Connect. And to wager such a heady conceptual performance right before her Pomu collab. The total, almost petty, teenage subversion of the timing makes me salivate. It’s only purpose is to give life to the unspeakable form of Lia just beneath the surface of her act, it’s intended to be thrust like a knife into the core of one’s being so that the resultant warm trickle reminds you during her act prim and proper idol play date with Pomu what thoughts Lia wants you focused on. The extreme contrast of the back to back performance only color her every action tonight with the lurid premeditation of her almost under the skirt intentions for her fans. Lia’s flickering fingers could hardly be forgotten but must be leveraged against her big moment. A truly spectacular display from Our Malware, a dizzying height of production that I don’t know is replicated anywhere in the whole of the industry. Lia, beloved Malware, please show us everything you’ve learned of being an Idol tonight! Let us know the ways in which you’ve rose above even your one time target of admiration! I want Lia! Only Lia! Always Lia! I like Lia! Lia Lia Lia Lia Lia!
