I Screwed Up in Front of My Favorite Cosplayer
I was a complete mess, running around trying to get everything ready for my trip to Japan.
- Bzzzzzzzz!
My phone rang, and when I checked it, the call was from the coordinator for the Japanese commercial magazine event.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Orc-san, I'm sorry to bother you when you're busy."
A soft, slender Japanese woman's voice drifted through the receiver.
It was my editor, Mitsuki-san.
"Oh, no, not at all. I've actually finished all my preparations already. So, what can I do for you…?"
"It's about tomorrow's event—did you hear that a cosplay model will be attending?"
"A cosplay model??"
A cosplay model??
This was the first I was hearing of it…?
"No, I hadn't heard anything…?"
"Ah… it seems the message didn't get through. I'm so sorry, Orc-san."
"Oh, no no. It's completely fine."
It wasn't like she had anything to apologize for over something like that…
"A cosplay model will be at our booth tomorrow, doing a cosplay session for you."
Oh.
So this was about what we'd talked about before.
"Finally! Thank you so much for looking into it, Mitsuki-san!"
"Don't mention it."
I'd offhandedly mentioned that having a cosplay model would be nice, and she'd actually made it happen.
A cosplay model, at last…!
The heroine of the work I was currently exhibiting had a pretty high exposure costume, too.
I was getting excited already.
"I guess Japanese readers really do enjoy my work, huh? Things have gotten to the point where I even get a cosplay model. Haha."
"Haha. That's right."
"Is she someone famous, by any chance?"
"Ah… um… about that…"
Mitsuki-san hesitated slightly.
Why, though…?
"I'm… not really sure myself…"
The coordinator didn't know?
How was that possible?
"Huh… you don't know?"
"She's Korean, I'm told, and apparently a huge fan of yours, Orc-san?"
"Excuse me??"
Hold on—she wasn't a Japanese cosplayer?
"A Korean model? Oh… interesting."
"Yes. I received the information secondhand myself, so I don't know her name or any of the details, unfortunately."
"Got it. Thanks for sorting this out."
"Not at all. See you at the event, Orc-san!"
"Will do! Thanks, Mitsuki-san!"
After hanging up, a burning curiosity took root in me.
Who could it be…?
A Korean cosplayer was genuinely surprising.
I did have a lot of fans in the underground scene, sure, but I couldn't think of anyone in Korea who'd actually take on my work.
Ah, whatever.
I'd find out when I got to the venue.
I quickly finished packing the rest of my luggage, then flopped back onto my bed.
Who would it be…?
Don't tell me—Junyang??
Pfft, no way…
I'd find out when I got there.
The day of the event.
When I arrived at the venue, an enormous sea of people surged like waves. I passed the endless line snaking out the door and slipped through the staff entrance into the hall.
"Orc-san! Over here, over here!"
Mitsuki-san, my coordinator, waved at me.
"Long time no see, Mitsuki-san."
"You too, Orc-san. What's it been, half a year?"
"Crazy how fast that went. Is the booth all set up?"
"Yes, it didn't take long at all."
"Thank you! I should have come a little early to help you…"
"Oh, please don't! It really didn't take that long. Oh, right—apparently the cosplay model we talked about hasn't arrived yet."
"Oh, is that so?"
Who could it be?
I was dying to know now.
"They said she's almost here, so she should arrive any minute… Ah!"
Mitsuki-san, who'd been scanning the crowd, spotted someone and started waving.
"Over here!"
I turned my head to follow her gaze.
From far across the hall, a man and a woman were walking toward us.
"…Huh??"
"Wha…??"
That was Junyang…!
The moment our eyes met, we both let out sounds of pure shock.
"Si… Siwoo…?"
She spoke to me, her voice trembling faintly with fluster.
"Uh… Ju… Junyang-nim? What are you doing here…?"
"I came here to work as a cosplay model."
"A cosplay model??"
Don't tell me—that event she mentioned back then…
"That event I told you about—it's this one."
"Ohhh…!"
I'd hoped I was wrong, but it was true.
"What's this?? You two know each other, Orc-san?"
As the two of us kept talking in Korean, Mitsuki-san, who'd been listening quietly beside us, asked me in Japanese.
"Ah. So this must be Orc-san, I presume."
The man beside Junyang interpreted her words for me.
So he's an interpreter, I guess.
"O… Orc-san?!"
She cried out again, audibly startled this time.
I was dead.
This was exactly the kind of thing I never wanted anyone to find out…
Junyang probably knew what this booth was before she came.
If it were anyone else, I wouldn't care—but why did it have to be Junyang…!
I never wanted her to see this side of me.
She was definitely going to look at me with eyes full of contempt.
"Ah… oh…!"
Contrary to my expectations, though, Junyang was looking at me with something almost like admiration in her eyes.
It wasn't what I expected, which threw me off. Wait a second.
Yesterday, Mitsuki-san definitely said…
"She said she was a huge fan of yours, Orc-san—looks like it was true."
Right, that's what Mitsuki-san said yesterday.
This was real…?
My head was spinning.
Junyang was a fan of mine…!
At first I'd felt mortified, like my secret shame had been exposed, but now a complicated, subtle mix of emotions was welling up inside me.
It was a feeling I couldn't quite put into words.
"Model-san, you can go change into the costume now, if you'd like."
The interpreter relayed Mitsuki-san's words to Junyang.
"Ah…! Yes, I'll go change and come right back."
"There's a changing area at the back of the booth. Just follow me."
"Okay."
Junyang followed Mitsuki-san toward the back of the booth.
My favorite cosplayer was going to cosplay as a character from my manga.
And a high-exposure cosplay at that…!
This was genuinely an industry achievement. And I don't mean that as a figure of speech—I mean it literally.
"Whew…"
For some reason, the tension I'd been holding drained out of my body, and I let out a long, deep breath.
Maybe I'd sit down near the booth and wait for a bit.
I still had some booth prep to finish anyway.
"Um… Orc-san…?"
Junyang called out to me tentatively from beside me.
I turned my head, and there she was, standing in her cosplay outfit.
Holy shit.
That's insanely hot.
"Holy shit" and "insanely hot" were genuinely the only words my brain could produce.
A bunny girl outfit, with a diamond-shaped cutout at the navel. Bare shoulders, no straps at all—her collarbones and cleavage exposed to the point of sheer indecency.
The chest of the bunny suit was apparently a little too small for her, so her breasts were pressed and crushed, the upper swell of them slightly squeezed out of shape, and the bra portion plunged deep along the line of her cleavage.
"Th… this outfit's a little tight…!"
Her chest was clearly bothering her—she kept tugging and adjusting the fit here and there. And every time she did, her enormous breasts compressed and released, rippling over and over.
"And there's so much exposed…!"
Flustered by the sheer amount of skin on display, she couldn't meet my eyes, her gaze darting everywhere.
Junyang, cheeks flushed pink, looked absolutely adorable.
Cute.
Which was probably exactly why she turned me on.
No—honestly, it was just her body that was turning me on.
"I… I knew what kind of outfit it would be, but…!"
Yeah, that made sense.
She was a fan of mine, after all—she'd have known exactly what kind of costume to expect.
"Well, it looks great on you, though. It really suits you."
"D… does it?"
At that one casual compliment, she hesitated and answered, visibly flustered. Her flushed gaze, which had been turned away, began drifting slowly downward.
Her figure was exposed even more brazenly than at the last event.
Her breasts, flattened slightly where the top of the bunny suit's bra pressed them down, were pushed up and spilling out—and her cleavage grew even more pronounced.
Her body was straight-up illegal.
Turned on by the sight of her, my cock reacted, twitching up bit by bit.
No. No no no.
Jeans make it way too obvious!
Hold it in…
If you're going to get hard, at least wait until the event starts and I'm sitting behind the booth table where nobody can see, damn it!
"Ahaha…!"
My cock kept pointlessly trying to rise, and out of sheer embarrassment I found myself blurting out random noises.
Midway through the event, a break.
"Hah…"
I slipped into the staff room behind the booth for a moment and sank into a chair, exhaling.
A pro really was a pro.
The moment the event started, all traces of her embarrassment vanished, and Junyang struck pose after pose for the crowd.
Thanks to her, sales got a massive boost, and we sold more books than usual.
The difference from my usual numbers was night and day.
…Meanwhile, watching from behind, I was suffering so badly I thought I'd die.
Every time she bent forward to show off her cleavage in front of me, my eyes locked onto that deep, plunging line of her chest automatically.
And every time she struck a pose facing the booth table where I sat behind it, the plush curve of her ass in the bunny suit's panties teased my eyes mercilessly.
From behind, the panty line pressed slightly into her flesh, making her ass bulge up that much more prominently. From the front, the tight fabric pinched her thighs, that sliver of Y-zone between them and her pubic bone.
Every single moment was a masterpiece.
If this were a scene from my own manga, I'd be dragged off somewhere by my furious cock, forced to tear through her fishnets and panties and fuck her as punishment.
My cock swelled until my pants were tenting, hard as stone.
Nobody was in here, so I'd just leave it be.
"Hah…"
It's not like I could jerk off in here, anyway.
I'd just have to endure it.
"Nnngh!"
I arched my back to stretch out my stiff body and dropped my hand behind me.
- Squish.
…Huh?
Something soft and squishy had landed in my hand.
What is this?
"Mmh… mnnnnh…"
A delicate moan drifted into my ears and pierced straight through me.
A moan??
With a creeping sense of dread, I looked down at the soft thing caught in my hand.
"Mnnnh…"
Holy shit.
That's Junyang…!
She was lying back on a long bench, taking a rest.
Still in her bunny girl outfit, her collarbones and thighs on full display, her fair white skin shining under the light.
That diamond-shaped cutout at her navel looked so soft…
I want to touch it, just once…
No, wait. What am I saying.
I snapped myself back to reality.
My hand was gripping, full-on squeezing, Junyang's enormous breasts, lightly compressed by gravity as she lay there.
"Mmm… …huh?"
In that instant, she stopped moaning and opened her eyes.
The moment our eyes met, we both froze solid, utterly silent.
"…"
"…"
It was only a brief silence, but to me it stretched into an eternity longer than any I'd ever known.
"S… SCREAM—mmph!!"
Shocked, eyes going wide as saucers, Junyang was about to let out a scream—when her superhuman reflexes kicked in and she clamped her hand over her own mouth.
There was simply no time to think.
Ah—what do I do…!
"I… I'm…! I'm so sorry…!!!"
"Mmph!! Mmphbphphb!!!!"
Apologies came tumbling out of my mouth, but Junyang, panicked beyond reason, kept shrieking into her blocked mouth like she'd completely lost it.
No…!
"Ju… Junyang-nim, I'm so sorry!! I didn't know you were there!! Just—just be quiet for a sec…!"
"Mmphbph!!"
No way around it.
I had to calm her down first…!
If I left this alone, God only knew what would happen…!
Click.
Somewhere, I heard the sound of a door opening.
Ah…!
Why now, of all times, did someone have to come in…!
I threw myself over Junyang's body, pinning her down beneath me, and dropped my own body as low as I could.
From directly in front of the door, the blind spot beneath the desk should be invisible now.
"Orc-san~"
Of all times—of course it had to be Mitsuki-san…!
This is the worst…!
"Hm…? Orc-san~? Are you in here??"
Mitsuki-san kept calling my name.
I'm sorry, but PLEASE just leave…!
I had no choice but to pray, desperately, in the depths of my heart, for Mitsuki-san to walk away.
"Mmph! Fuumph…!"
And through it all, Junyang kept moaning into her sealed mouth.
Completely cornered…!
"Hm…? I swear I saw you come in here…!"
Step.
The sound of Mitsuki-san's footsteps—once.
Oh no. She's coming in to look for me, isn't she??
No! Don't come in!