Side Story 2: The Otaku Circle's Queen Bee 4
"Ta-da! We've kept you waiting! Born from the shadows, the immortal heroine who crushes all evil! Behold—the Great Demon Agatha makes her entrance!"
Shouting that iconic line, Sia dramatically drew her prop sword and struck a pose. It looked pretty slick, like she'd practiced it more than a few times. But with nothing but a skimpy leotard clinging to her body—one that boldly exposed her sideboob and even had a blatant axe wound etched into the crotch—it came off less like a heroic heroine and more like a hooker from an image club.
And that made sense, considering it was cosplay from an eroge. Great Demon Agatha was a notorious title in the underground scene. The story followed a protagonist born as the ultimate vessel of demonic power, who betrays her demon kin under mysterious circumstances and fights on the front lines to protect humanity—a dark fantasy tale. On the surface, it sounded like some serious, heavy plot. But in reality? Not even close.
The true essence of this eroge was reveling in every twisted way the protagonist, Agatha, got her waist broken by relentless abuse. She was supposed to be an absurdly overpowered munchkin by the lore, but had she traded her brains for that strength? She fell for every idiotic trap, her pathetic violations tugging at the heartstrings. Yet it was precisely those rich, perverse rape scenes that earned rave reviews. With an anime adaptation and three sequels, it wasn't an exaggeration to say the series' popularity rode entirely on Agatha's endearing stupidity.
Sia, of course, was a huge fan—she'd replayed it countless times, collecting every last CG. She wouldn't cosplay something she didn't love. But the goal of her cosplay went beyond mere character portrayal. That was secondary. What mattered was...
"Whoaaa! For real! It seriously looks like Agatha showed up! The quality is insane!"
"Sure, the outfit's great, but those massive tits are impossible to fake. Epic win."
"The nipples poking through and that axe gash right on her pussy—perfect down to the details. Killer work."
No sooner had Sia—or rather, Agatha—made her appearance than the fellow otakus in the club showered her with praise. And that was exactly why Sia did cosplay: to bask in the adoration of these degenerates.
Some might think praise from otakus would feel gross, but not Sia. Praise was praise, no matter the source. It felt good.
"Ehehehe. Does it suit me? I asked them to nail the details, and it looks like they did."
"It's perfect. Where'd you even get this outfit? Straight from Japan?"
"Nah, it's Korean-made. There's this new company that specializes in eroge cosplay costumes. First time ordering from them, and the quality's top-notch, right?"
In the past, anything 18+ otaku media meant Japan, no question. But lately—for reasons no one could quite pin down—Korea's domestic porn industry had exploded. There were even wild predictions it might soon surpass Japan, Germany, and the US. Whatever the cause, it was a boon for Sia the onahole.
"But... is the outfit the only thing worth praising?"
Were these otakus blind to anything but clothes? Sia subtly signaled the three of them with a glance.
The club members picked up on her sour mood, exchanging looks before realizing what she wanted. They started gently teasing her plump tits, pussy, and asshole.
"Ah, of course the outfit matters, but you're the real star, Sia."
"No other girl could pull off half of what you do in that. You've gotta have a pussy as plump and fuckable as yours for it to shine."
"Yeah, yeah. Now I wanna shove my dick in your pussy right this second. That's a body that pisses off real cocks."
A month-plus of onahole use had apparently taught even these clueless otakus how to handle her.
"For real?"
"Totally real."
"Then here's the deal. After the shoot, give me some pussy time. If my body's that tempting, you can have it anytime. Right?"
The three otakus nodded eagerly. They loved using Sia's pussy—why would they turn that down?
Sia smirked inwardly at them. Otakus are so easy, aren't they? An onahole makes a demand like that, and they don't even blink.
Whether to use an onahole was purely up to the men. Demanding pussy in exchange? Way too presumptuous for an onahole. But these guys were oblivious. Even if they caught on now, they were too conditioned to change.
I'm probably the only onahole who can control men like this.
Savoring that dark satisfaction, Sia twisted her lips into a grin before quickly fixing her expression. In front of the club, she played the cute, sweet girl-otaku.
"Alright, let's start the photoshoot. We'll pick the best shots and post them on SNS as our activity log. Let's make it good."
Activity log, my ass—it was just a ploy to spread pics of her sexy body far and wide. The other members seemed clueless, happily enjoying the shoot. Whatever.
"Everyone's played Great Demon Agatha, right? Any poses from it you wanna see? Name 'em. I'll do whatever."
She pitched it like she was doing them a favor. Otakus only wanted one thing anyway—or so she thought.
"For real? Then do the victory pose after beating the mid-boss—the one from the CG."
"I'll take the standing art from her first awakening."
"Recreating the ending CG might be tough without wires. Impossible in real life. Hmm, what else..."
"........."
Sia had misjudged a bit. Otakus were animals like this—beyond the lewd stuff, they latched onto anything that ignited their childish fantasies. Back when they weren't used to her pussy, they'd have demanded smut right away. But now that they were accustomed, their eyes wandered elsewhere.
Bad choice of cosplay subject? Great Demon Agatha was infamous not just for its hardcore training scenes but for its flashy action, rivaling all-ages games. That was part of its appeal too.
Whatever. It'll turn lewd eventually.
With that in mind, Sia obliged their requests, nailing Agatha's original poses. Her rigorous workouts to keep her fuckable body in shape paid off—she handled even the tough ones effortlessly.
"Ooooh! Fucking awesome! I've never seen Agatha cosplay this faithful to the source! Even Western cosplayers couldn't top this!"
Their over-the-top cheers weren't half bad, honestly. It fed her natural female exhibitionism. Easy way to get men hyped—who could quit that?
But even that had limits. An hour-plus into the shoot with zero lewd demands, and Sia was getting antsy.
"Wow, we got a ton of shots. This is the most fulfilling photoshoot ever."
"Yeah. Now I kinda wanna replay the game. Might rush to the ending when I get home."
"Can't wait for the next one. Sia's more flexible and balanced than I thought—great pose control. How about a female ninja next? Nah, hate to ditch this Agatha though."
And now, somehow, the shoot was winding down without her input!
All this cosplay effort, and this is it?! You guys even have dicks attached properly?!
She wanted to snap at them, but no. That violated onahole etiquette—not to mention her pride as a female. Instead, she proposed:
"Hey, guys. Before we wrap, can we do one last pose I wanna try?"
"Huh? Sure, of course. Whatever you want, Sia—we're down."
Predictable. The otakus nodded readily. Perfect. Sia flashed a triumphant inner smile, pulling a rope from her bag—the one she'd prepared but never used. With practiced ease, she bound her own wrists solo, then lay on the bed, spreading her legs and hoisting her crotch skyward.
A vulgar whore's pose, no doubt. It symbolized the 13th bad end of Great Demon Agatha.
But Sia didn't stop there. Eyes sharp like the character herself, she bellowed:
"This great demon lord, Agatha! I shall never yield to a mere cock!"