For the Sake of Cosplay Sex
Walking down the street like nothing was wrong while wearing panties soaked through with her own juices—there was a strange thrill to it.
Chaeyeon turned her steps homeward, crushing down the urge to touch herself more times than she could count.
The walk was over.
Time to head back.
She exhaled a long sigh, fighting off the hand that kept wanting to drift toward her crotch.
I really am a pervert…
Last night.
Being raped by Mochi had been a genuine shock—but it had felt so good that she'd even dreamed about having sex with him afterward.
And today?
The first time she slept with Mochi, the pleasure had been overwhelming. Right before the second round, she'd poked and prodded his erect cock, then spread her own folds open to tempt him.
Obviously because she wanted to have sex with Mochi.
Because she wanted to drown in that sweet sensation all over again.
A low pulse stirred in her lower belly.
Her panties grew sticky and wet with fresh slick. At this rate it would soak through her sweatpants and leave a visible stain. She clung to self-control with something close to desperation.
You're seriously messed up, Eun Chaeyeon…!
Why has this been happening since earlier?
Why do you keep dripping like this?
Do you want to fuck Mochi that badly?
You've already done it twice today!
And wanting to have sex with your pet dog in the first place—is that normal? Fine. Mochi can look at human women as sexual targets. But then you could just finish him off with your hand.
Volunteering to suck him off and spreading yourself open so he can slide in easier—what the hell is that supposed to be?
She thought it, cursed herself for it, cursed herself again.
And still—
"…Hnn."
Her body burned.
She wanted sex.
She was sinking into those thoughts—no, those sex thoughts—when she looked at Mochi again.
Brrring!
The phone in her pocket rang.
Someone was calling her.
Only then did Chaeyeon shake off the filthy daydream. She took a steadying breath and answered.
"Hello?"
"Ah! Chaeyeon! How have you been?"
A cute young woman's voice came through the speaker. Chaeyeon huffed a soft laugh.
"Me? Same as always."
The caller was the maknae of a famous idol group—someone almost no one in Korea these days wouldn't recognize. She had just come of age this year too, and she was Chaeyeon's old classmate and closest friend from Eunseong Arts High School, the elite arts academy founded by the Eunseong Group.
The two of them laughed and chattered over the phone for a while.
"So how long are you planning to keep loafing around, Miss Chaeyeon? I've been running myself ragged with the comeback and I'm finally trying to get some rest."
"Hmm… until the money for loafing runs out?"
"Doesn't that just mean forever?"
"Pfft!"
She was on a break at the moment, but Chaeyeon was a famous painter—a genius among geniuses, recognized by art authorities the world over. As the youngest daughter of the current chairman of the Eunseong Group, she had been doted on her entire life. She could live however she pleased without ever stepping into the family business. A golden child, pure and simple.
That was the woman called Eun Chaeyeon.
Anyway.
"So when are you free? Let's hang out—it's been forever!"
"Sounds good! When should we meet?"
Like any girls their age, the two of them giggled and locked in a date. And it wouldn't just be the two of them—another high school classmate and best friend, an actress, would be joining them as well.
Back in school the three of them had always moved as a set, earning the cringeworthy nickname "the Three Goddesses of Eunseong Arts High." The bond between the three beauties was as solid as ever. Even after becoming adults, even with lives that had grown far busier, that friendship hadn't faded.
"Alright, we'll meet then… It's getting late, so hurry home and get some sleep."
"Yeah. You sleep well too."
"Oki! Hanging up now?"
"Mm-hm!"
And with that, the call ended.
Chaeyeon kept walking.
Then—
"Woof! Woof-woof!"
Mochi barked cutely.
"Huh? What is it, Mochi?"
Mochi rarely barked outdoors, so Chaeyeon was a little startled as she looked down at him. He was staring at something. She followed his gaze.
Unless she was mistaken, Mochi was looking across the way at a trendy frozen yogurt ice cream chain that had been popular lately.
Does he want that?
No.
That couldn't be. Mochi was a dog.
But he at least seemed interested in the place.
"Bark! Bark! Bark!"
Mochi started circling around Chaeyeon's legs, then looked back at the shop. He repeated the whole routine several times. And then—
"…You want me to eat ice cream from over there?"
For some reason, the conviction settled over her with absolute certainty.
"Woof!"
Mochi only barked the way he always did—but to Chaeyeon it felt exactly like an answer to her question.
Now I kind of want some too.
She swallowed.
She'd been managing her diet so strictly lately that she hadn't touched anything like ice cream.
"…Once should be fine, right?"
Yeah.
It'll be fine.
Answering herself in her head, Chaeyeon headed for the ice cream shop. Before long she stepped back outside carrying a bag with a takeout cup inside.
Mochi grinned up at her—a smile that was somehow shady and faintly sinister.
Perfect.
Just as I'd planned, Eun Chaeyeon bought the ice cream. Not that it would've mattered if she hadn't—but still.
This skill's effect is no joke.
I couldn't keep the smile off my face.
Just a moment ago, I'd used a skill on Eun Chaeyeon.
None other than the one I'd newly acquired.
I Can Hear Your Telepathy
A skill tailor-made for someone like me who can't communicate with humans the normal way.
Simply put, it lets me send telepathic messages. This time I'd beamed Eun Chaeyeon the thought: [I want you to eat the ice cream from that chain store.]
Of course, just sending it isn't enough.
Maybe because the level was still low, there were some inconvenient restrictions. For instance, I had to perform a specific action—something that would give Eun Chaeyeon a plausible reason to "understand" my telepathy.
What I'd done this time was stare at the ice cream shop while spinning in circles around her. And just like that, she'd read my intent and bought the ice cream.
Whether she actually ate it or not was still her choice, though.
She'd been holding back on snacks lately, so she must have been craving something sweet anyway.
Either way, this was a damn good skill. If communication stayed this awkward, enjoying a varied sex life would be tough. This felt like it patched that problem up, at least somewhat.
The real question was whether Eun Chaeyeon would actually follow through even after understanding what I wanted—but if I confiscated the dick, she'd probably fold immediately. She already seemed completely hooked on sex.
…But how should I put this to use?
How could I leverage this ability for a more entertaining sex life?
I was turning that over in my head when—
"So then I was like…"
"Ahaha! No way!"
—I spotted two women walking toward us from the opposite direction, giggling together.
And they were a little unusual.
Cosplay?
Both women were dressed as my favorite characters from a girls' band anime I loved.
Ah.
Come to think of it—today was Seoul Comic World, wasn't it?
But don't people usually change out of their costumes once the event ends? Were these two just attention whores…? Not that I'd know—I'd never been.
If grabbing eyes had been the goal, they'd succeeded. And in that instant—
…!
A spark.
An idea flashed through my mind.
That's it! Cosplay sex!
As a proud weeb who also loved real women, this was one of the fantasies I'd always longed for. I'd daydreamed countless times about fucking a pretty girl while she cosplayed as my favorite character and stayed in character the whole time. Of course the thought hit me like a lightning bolt.
Doesn't even have to be a character cosplay.
A nurse outfit.
A police uniform.
Or a filthy schoolteacher…
I just wanted costume play. I wanted to see Eun Chaeyeon in a whole new look.
That single desire became my goal on the spot.
"Woof!"
I fired off a telepathic message to Eun Chaeyeon and bolted toward the cosplay girls. All of this—for the sake of cosplay sex.
"Wait—?! Mochi, what are you doing?!"
A flustered Chaeyeon yanked hard on the leash, but it was useless. I was already right in front of the two women.
"Bark! Ba-bark!"
I rubbed myself against their bare legs. The fact that I got a little hard doing it is a secret I'll take to the grave.
"Oh my!"
"What a cute dog! What breed is he?"
Sure enough, even with me grinding all over their bare legs, the cosplay girls squealed with delight. The same behavior that would've gotten my previous human-male self reported for sexual harassment, and now that I was a dog I could pull it off without a second thought. Still caught me off guard every time.
"I'm so sorry! He never does this normally… I'll get him off you right away!"
Dragged over in front of them, Eun Chaeyeon bowed her head in a hurried apology. The two women just smiled.
"It's fine! He's so cute I just want to pet him!"
"Wow… and you're really pretty, too."
"Huh? Ah—thank you?"
Maybe my sudden stunt had short-circuited her. Chaeyeon looked uncharacteristically flustered. She was usually so cool and composed whenever we went out.
Anyway.
I buttered them up with doggy charm for a while longer, then finally pulled away.
"Bye-bye!"
"See you!"
"Woof!"
After receiving those warm goodbyes, I turned back with Eun Chaeyeon.
Heh heh heh…
I snickered at the sour look on her face. That should've driven the point home well enough—that I liked women in cosplay.
The thought that I might soon get to live out my fantasy of cosplay sex made my cock go rock-hard on the spot.