Nico-Nico-ni!

I was only 9 years old. I loved Nico so much. I had watched all the PV's and had her merchandise from her time in μ's as well as after her solo career had taken off. I pray to Nico every night before bed, and thank her for the life I been granted. "Nico is love," I would say, "Nico is Live."

My father overhears me, and calls me a carpet muncher. He is just jealous of my devotion to Nico. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now, and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me. It's Nico!

I am so happy.

She whispers into my ear "Anata no haato ni Nico Nico ni." She grabs me with her small, beautiful hands and lays me down on my back.

I'm ready.

I spread my pussy-lips for Nico. She penetrates through my barrier with her strapon. It hurts so much but I do it for Nico. I can feel my hymen tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against her force. I want to please Nico. She lets out a cute "Nico!" as she cums from the stimulation, her own juices seeping out from behind the strapon onto me.

My dad walks in. Nico looks at him, his face paralyzed in terror. As she approaches him, she says the last words he will ever hear. "Nico-Nico-ni!" Several minutes later, Nico leaves through my window.

Nico is Love. Nico is Live.