1 - My Favorite Cosplayer, Junyang
"Uuurrrgh…!"
I arch into a long stretch, working the stiffness out of my body.
Another manga barely finished today. An adult commercial one, granted, but still.
I, Han Siwoo, am an erotic web novelist.
My pen name is Training Master.
On the flip side, I also work in Japan as a commercial manga artist under the pen name Orc. Since Korea offers no real environment for drawing commercial adult manga, I publish erotica here and draw manga there.
Of course, this lifestyle is only possible because my stock investments paid off. A few years ago, a stock I bought on a pure whim hit the jackpot. I sold everything and used the proceeds as seed money to leap into the adult manga and erotica industries I'd always dreamed of entering.
Well, a few of the people around me had egged me on, too.
"You've got that genius-level perverted streak—why let it rot? Try drawing hentai, at least." That's what they said...
But thanks to that, my erotica and manga ended up buying me a whole house. Advice worth being grateful for, honestly.
No one knows any of this except one close friend in the industry.
"Let's see. This month's manga is all done, and I've still got plenty of erotica stockpiled, so I'm sitting comfortable..."
With reserves this deep, I never had to scramble against serialization deadlines.
"What was my schedule again?"
I pull out my smartphone and open the calendar app.
"Ah. The convention is tomorrow. It's tomorrow already, huh."
Tomorrow I have a subculture convention on my schedule—working as booth support staff.
Ordinarily there'd be zero reason for me to go. But I have one all the same.
"The day has finally come to face Junyang in person."
Junyang—the cosplayer model. The famous cosplay influencer would be coming to our booth tomorrow as the featured cosplayer.
I'd caught glimpses of her at the conventions I occasionally attended, but all I ever managed was zooming in for photos from far, far away.
I'd always wanted to see her up close, just once—and now the golden opportunity to stand face to face with Junyang had finally arrived.
"Whoa. I'd better get to sleep, fast."
I shut off the computer and climb into bed. When we meet, I absolutely have to get a photo and her autograph. I'd love to talk with her too, but will there even be time?
The moment I close my eyes, stray thoughts come swarming in. Calm down. Sleep, now. I cool my head and prepare to drift off.
"Mmh… nngh…! Hnnngh…!"
A strange moaning sound drifts in from somewhere far beyond my consciousness.
What is that..? I clearly fell asleep in my own bed just now.
My mind surfaces slowly, and my eyes crack open little by little. An unfamiliar ceiling. Where am I?
"Nn… hnn…! Hnn!!"
The moans grow clearer by the second. That voice... definitely a woman's.
I push myself up and look toward the source of the sound.
"Hnn…! Hnnngh!! Hnnnngh!!!"
Bzzzzzzzzz.
A buzzing vibration reaches my ears from somewhere close.
A woman knelt there, hands bound behind her back, a ball gag between her lips.
Looking closer—it's Junyang. Dressed in a black bikini, her wrists restrained, kneeling on the floor.
My cock surges up on pure instinct.
Wait—this is a dream, isn't it?
"Right..."
Since it's a dream, it doesn't matter what I do. Realizing this, I slowly close the distance between us.
"Nngh…! Hnn… Hnnngh…"
Her moans grow fiercer, drool spilling out around the ball gag wedged between her lips.
"Be quiet."
Haah—nn.
"Hnn!! Hnnngh!!!"
I yank her black bra off roughly. Her stiff, already-erect nipples spring free.
I pinch one tight between two fingers.
"Hnnngh!!"
Junyang's body jerks as if electrocuted.
"Look at that—your nipple's already hard. What a little pervert."
Lines I could never say in real life flow out of my mouth with ease. I flick it with my index finger, then pinch and twist.
"Hnnngh!! Hnn!! Uuungh!!"
Her leaking moans turn sticky and slick, and the drool starts flowing faster.
She twists her bound body this way and that, but it's nothing more than meaningless struggling.
Bzzzzzzzzz.
That buzzing I've been hearing keeps tugging at my attention. I keep searching for where it's coming from.
My gaze locks onto the center of her panties.
Aha. Well, obviously.
"There's only one thing that sound could be coming from down here."
I grab the string of her panties and yank them down.
"Hnn!!"
Junyang's startled moan spikes. The pussy hidden inside her panties comes into view.
Between her flower-shaped lips, a large vibrating egg sat wedged deep, forcing her cunt open and plugging the hole completely.
"Ah. Yep. Just like I thought."
"Nnh!! Hnnngh!!!♡"
With her most private place forcibly bared, Junyang trembles with shame and fear.
"Stay still."
I grip the handle of the egg.
Schloop!
"Hnnnnnnnngh!!!!"
I rip the vibrating egg out in one swift motion. A wretched scream tears out of Junyang through the holes in her gag.
Her cunt gapes wide open, fluttering and dripping long, sticky strings of arousal.
My cock snaps to full mast, jutting up at a steep angle.
Shk.
I hurry my pants down and press my cockhead against her moistened lips like a kiss.
"Nnh!!"
Startled by the swollen head, Junyang's whole body flinches hard once more.
Plap!
"Hnnnngh!!!"
I bury myself inside her in a single thrust, and a moan bordering on a scream bursts out as her head tips all the way back.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Driven out of my mind by the warm, tight feel of her pussy, I swing my hips like a madman.
"Nnh!! Nngh!! Hnnnngh!!! Nngh!! Hnnn..!! Nnh!!♡"
The moans that started out ragged gradually turn slick and sticky.
The telltale throb of release is already climbing up my cock...
"Ugh.. ungh… ngh!!"
Squelch!
My cock hits its peak and pumps cum deep inside her in powerful pulses.
"Mmm..."
My eyes drift open slowly. What kind of dream is this vivid, seriously.
Wait—no way.
I hurriedly throw back the blanket. Thankfully, my underwear is fine. My stiff cock is just pitching a tent, that's all.
"...I really need to cut back on jerking off to Junyang's photos..."
I sit up and head to the bathroom.
"Hyung, I'm here."
"Oh, Siwoo's here."
When I arrive at the booth, Yunsik—still caught up in last-minute preparations—turns to greet me. He's the only person in the industry who knows my history, and my closest friend.
"Anything I can help with?"
"Nah, it's fine. The booth setup's already done anyway."
"Ah... I should've come a little earlier."
"No, really, it's fine. The setup went faster than I expected."
"Then what should I do?"
"During the event, I want you right beside Junyang, helping her out."
Huh..? Really..?
I'd figured I'd just be running errands and sneaking glances from the side—but actually assisting her directly? This was an even better opportunity than I'd hoped.
"Oh..? Really..? Wait, doesn't Junyang have her own manager?"
"I thought so too, but she's an independent influencer—seems she doesn't have one."
Oh, right. She does work on her own.
"I was going to staff someone else as her assistant, but since you're a fan, I'm making an exception for you."
"Haha. Thanks, hyung."
Yunsik, my friend. Thank you, truly.
"Just don't go trying anything off-the-books during the event, got it?"
"Aigoo, I know, hyung. I know how to behave myself. So Junyang hasn't shown up yet?"
"She went to change into her costume. She'll be here any minute."
"I'm here~"
A woman's voice, soft but slightly low, drifted over from behind us. I turned—and there stood Junyang.
One look at Junyang in her cosplay and my soul leaves my body.
A voluptuous chest that looked like a D-cup... no, closer to an E. A sharply cinched waist in stark contrast to the line of that bust. And a cute, cat-like, youthful face that had no business belonging to such a dangerously curvy figure.
The red wig spilling down to her shoulders suited her strangely well. A lewdly curved pelvis—neither overdone nor lacking—with a deep high-leg line cutting straight through its center.
"Uh... hello..!"
My dazed brain lets something idiotic dribble out of my mouth.
"Ah, Junyang's here."
"Yes. And this is..?"
"Right—this is Han Siwoo, the assistant who'll be helping you today."
"Oh... hello there."
Junyang greets me with a radiant smile. Now that my mind isn't glued to her figure, I finally take in the costume itself.
It's pretty. The cleavage is cut just right—about halfway down? Though it still looks one deep breath away from failing to contain Junyang's heavy chest. The lower half of the outfit has frills running around the high-leg cuts.
They're cut insanely deep, though? The panty line sweeping all the way up toward her hips is almost embarrassing to look at; my eyes can hardly rest on it. And her snow-white, almost translucent skin? Bonus.
"Ah. Ah, yes. Hello."
After standing there dazed, I snap out of it and return the greeting.
"Siwoo, here's the schedule."
"Ah. Yes, hyung."
I take the sheet Yunsik hands me.
"When the event starts, just follow that schedule. Junyang, you can run things with Siwoo guiding you."
"Yes, hyung."
"Okay!"
I go over the schedule again and wait for the event to begin.
Cosplay time was over, and a short break began. Being a famous event, the venue was packed wall to wall with attendees—barely room to breathe.
"Great work out there, Junyang."
"You too, Siwoo."
I guide Junyang through the crushing crowd and into the staff room at the back of the booth.
"It's hot in there, huh?"
I grab two of the drinks provided for the booth staff and hand her one.
"Ah, thank you, Siwoo."
I find myself unconsciously watching her drink. Her throat bobs with every swallow.
Even her neckline is gorgeous. Maybe it's the costume, but she gives off a vibe that's lewd and elegant all at once—like some seductive swordswoman.
Anyway, she's absurdly pretty.
"Whew... now I feel alive again."
My eyes drift helplessly to her cleavage as she stretches out. Even through the fabric, her chest is so large the valley between her breasts stands out clearly.
Something down below twitched a moment ago. Yesterday's dream flashes back to me. Lewd fantasies keep seeping in, little by little filling my head. Her figure begins to overlap with the defiled heroines of my own works.
No. Calm down before things get any worse down there.
"..."
"..."
A brief silence.
"Pretty hot in here, huh?"
I break the silence first with some light small talk.
"Right? It's hot even inside the venue."
"Must be all the people."
"I guess so. Hehe. Do you work events like this often, Siwoo?"
"No. I only came because Yunsik-hyung asked me to help."
"Ohh~ I seeee. I just assumed you worked here."
"Haha. I have a different job, actually."
"What do you do?"
"I write web novels and draw manga in Japan."
It's not a lie—though I'd rather not say exactly what I draw or write.
"Oh my, you're an author~? Doing web novels and manga both sounds so hard..!"
"It's not easy. Haha..."
"What kind of works do you make?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just a little side thing. Haha."
Lie. I'm proud of it, but it's not the kind of pride you announce out loud.
"Why~? I think anyone who can draw is amazing. Writing novels on top of that? That's incredible."
"Haha..."
Her praise leaves me oddly flustered.
"Oh, by the way—I'm a fan of yours, Junyang."
Better to change the subject.
"Oh~ really?"
"Yes. Every time I've come to one of these events, I wanted to take your photo up close, but it's always so packed I could never get near."
"Oh my. Haha."
"Could you take one with me before we leave today?"
"Of course~ I'd love to. Fufu."
The chance to finally take a photo together—here it is.
"Ah... um..."
The moment her Y-zone comes into view, my head turns away on its own, cheeks burning.
"Hm? What?? What is it, what? Did I do something weird?"
She stares openly at my averted face, burning with curiosity.
"Ah... no... it's.. it's not that..."
"Then what is it?"
She keeps pressing, apparently dying to know.
"I just... never imagined your cosplay would be this risqué..!"
The honest truth pops out of my mouth. Compared to the defiled heroines I've been writing all this time, it's nothing—but at a crowded public event like this, even a mild costume like hers counts as seriously spicy.
"Ah. Fufu. I've worn costumes like this plenty of times, though."
She laughs it off lightly, as if it's nothing at all. She's more easygoing than I expected.
"Are you heading to more events after this one, Junyang?"
I swiftly change the subject again—if we keep going down this thread, I have a feeling I'm going to run off the rails.
"Hmm.. I am, right? Not today, but.. Oh! There's a pretty big one next week!"
"Next week?"
Hold on...
Next week I'll be at my manga sales event in Japan...
She couldn't possibly be going to that one too... right?
"Yep!"
"Ah... being a famous cosplayer, you must be busy."
"Fufu... not really."
"What kind of event is it, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Hmm.. that's a secret!"
"Ah... fair enough. It's a private thing; I shouldn't be prying."
"Fufu..."
The moment I glance at her, I catch it—a faint flush coloring her cheeks beneath the light laughter.
Cute.
Oh, right. I lost all track of time talking with her. When I check my phone, the break is almost over.
"Our break's about to end already."
"Oh my, you're right..?"
"Shall we get ready?"
"Yes, let's~"
I rise to head back into the event.
She's not coming to the same event I'm going to next week... right?
...Forget it. Focus on the work.
"After you."
"Okay~"
I open the door and lead her out once she's straightened her clothes.
And so, assisting her until the event wrapped up, the day drew to a close.
I'd assumed this brief encounter would end the way it came—brushing past and gone, like ships in the night. ...That's what I believed, anyway.
At the time, I couldn't have imagined how far this one connection would eventually take me.