Behind the screen

A twist

Yuki's POV:

The first night of the tournament had come to a close, and Yuki was grateful to retreat to the quiet of her hotel room. She kicked off her shoes, sank onto the plush bed, and let out a deep sigh. The day had been a whirlwind of new experiences, and she was looking forward to some downtime.

After a quick shower, Yuki sat down at the desk with her laptop. She still had some assignments to finish up, and the steady rhythm of typing helped her unwind. Once her work was done, she decided to browse the web for a bit, looking for something to watch to take her mind off things.

She typed in the names of a few streamers her friends had mentioned, curious to see what all the hype was about. As she navigated through the various streaming platforms, she accidentally misclicked a few buttons and was suddenly redirected to a website she didn't recognize.

Her eyes widened as she realized it was an 18+ streaming site. Shocked and confused, she quickly moved to close the tab, but her curiosity got the better of her. She hesitated, then slowly began to scroll through the site. The thumbnails and titles were explicit, and she felt a mix of embarrassment and intrigue.

One particular stream caught her eye—a masked guy with an intriguing title. Without thinking, she clicked on it. The stream loaded, and she saw a guy talking to his fans. He was wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible. His voice was smooth and familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Hello, my darlings," he purred, addressing his viewers with a sly smile. The chat erupted with adoring comments, and Yuki felt a strange mix of curiosity and discomfort.

Just as she was about to click off, the guy started to get more explicit. He began to touch himself, his moans filling her headphones. Yuki's heart raced, and she felt a surge of disgust and fascination. She wanted to look away, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

The guy's voice, the way he interacted with his fans, and the intimacy of the moment all felt unsettlingly familiar. But it wasn't until he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes glinting with mischief, that she realized who it was.

Her mind raced, connecting the dots. The masked guy, the familiar voice, the way he addressed his fans—everything seemed so strange and eerie. Yuki couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply unsettling about this encounter.

She quickly closed the tab, her hands shaking. She sat back in her chair, staring at the blank screen, her mind reeling from the discovery. What did this mean? How could she face the tournament and the people she met there, knowing what she had just seen?

Her phone buzzed with a message from Jazz, asking how her night was going. Yuki didn't know how to respond. She felt like her world had just been turned upside down, and she wasn't sure what to do next