Given how image-obsessed the idol world was, it was a tough balancing act keeping up appearances while being in love with men considered fairly outre, if not outright derided as ugly losers when they were seen working as staff. An anemic compromise came from all the porn images and video clips sold through shady websites specifically for that fetish of pretty girls and guys they allegedly hated. It was a brilliant layers-deep bluff. Normally, actresses really did find their co-stars undesirable but powered through for the cameras while playing up the unwanted nature. But the girls were playing the parts of imitation actresses pretending to be the OTM Girls, with men pretending to be others (like anyone noticed specifics of men), with all the usual disgust, weeping and defeated submission. They were very, very good actresses, and made money from lovemaking with preferred men while playing fast and loose with the truth. An imperfect solution.
Eventually, it all becomes too much. And one day the need to say something becomes overpowering. They were proud of their men. And expressed it in the most unusual way possible. By bragging. With their asses painted in the colors of their mens' ballsacs (which gave the game away with Migi, only those who watched her porn knew Zukkun had balls that were not cobalt blue) they squatted down to clap their cheeks, twerking hard while bouncing on their toes. Their bouncing buttcheeks clapping loud recalled enormous nutsacs in the process of whacking off of rear ends. This was their men, they were saying. Enormous, virile, potent, and clapping off their cheeks. A smug declaration of their choice in partners.
The OTM Girls (c) Sanrio
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