I Got My Favorite Cosplayer's Number
My head is a mess.
Despite what had just happened between us, she was helping with promotion as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Even now she stood in front of me, bending at the waist to offer a generous view of her cleavage while handing out booklets to passing customers. Or maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks, making her posture look even more lewd than it actually was.
It felt like a dream. That blowjob just now—that was real, right? Well, I didn't do it, exactly. More like it was done to me. But my cock gives a faint twitch, so I guess it wasn't a dream after all.
I'd filled my favorite cosplayer's mouth to the brim with my cum. As of this morning, that was something I never could have predicted.
My gaze keeps drifting back to Junyang.
Ah...
Our eyes meet.
"..."
Junyang flinches the instant our gazes lock. Without a word, she looks away, her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
Haah... I can't focus on work at all.
"Orc-san!"
"Y... yes!?"
That startled me. The one who'd called out beside me was Mitsuki-san.
"Is something the matter?"
"Ah... no, nothing."
"Nothing my foot. You've been spacing out like you're lost in thought this whole time."
"Have I? Haha..."
"Though it also seems like you keep looking at that model over there? Fufu."
And here I thought I was being subtle.
"Ah... haha... Maybe it's because this is my first time having a cosplay model at my booth."
"Oh my... fufu. No wonder. It's so obvious your eyes are glued to Junyang-san."
"Ah... haha. Was it that obvious?"
"Fufu. Junyang-san is so pretty, isn't she?"
"She really is."
"And that lewd costume suits her gorgeous body perfectly."
"Haha..."
Mitsuki-san isn't wrong. Junyang's ass keeps catching my eye—pressed and bulging against the Y-zone seam of her bunny girl outfit, the fabric digging in just right. That tight, constricting fit is seriously doing it for me.
"I'm glad the thing you kept suggesting worked out so well, Orc-san."
"Thank you again for looking into it, Mitsuki-san."
"Not at all. Honestly, I did think having a model would be a good idea."
"Still, it's because you took the trouble that we were able to bring her in like this."
"Fufu. I appreciate you recognizing that, Orc-san."
"Haha..."
"Fufu. Orc-san, do you know something?"
"What's that?"
"At commercial doujinshi events like this one..."
Mitsuki-san covers her mouth with one hand and leans in close to my ear.
"They say offpako happens all the time."
"Wh... what!? Mitsuki-san...!"
She teases me with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Fufu... just kidding. I've heard it does actually happen sometimes, but I doubt it's all that common."
"Haha..."
That offpako... would a blowjob count as offpako too...? There's absolutely no way Mitsuki-san could know that, though.
"Now, now. There's not much time left before the event closes, so let's focus."
"Yes!"
My answer was energetic, but my head was still foggy and tangled.
"Great work, everyone!"
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Great work to you too, Orc-san!"
The event was over.
"Wow... Orc-san! You sold way more works today than usual!"
Mitsuki-san tells me in an excited, breathless voice.
"Really??"
"Yes, yes! At least ten times more than usual!"
Te... ten times?!
"Wow... te... ten times?"
"Yes. Junyang-san's cosplay seems to have had a huge effect."
"Aah...!"
That did make sense. A bunny girl cosplayer with a devastating figure—collarbones, navel, and thighs all on full display in that tantalizing getup. Not exactly easy to just walk past.
"I should thank Junyang-san properly later."
"Ah... I should too."
"I had no idea cosplay would be this effective... I should actively suggest it to other artists going forward."
Mitsuki-san was beaming, clearly encouraged by today's explosive sales.
Wait, though—don't people usually do cosplay promotion at commercial doujinshi events like this? Have they really never done it before? I would've thought it was common in Japan, of all places. That's kind of surprising.
"I'm back~"
Junyang, changed into casual clothes, walks over from across the hall. A white short-sleeved t-shirt with a manga character printed on it. Hot pants that were only marginally longer than underwear. Before I know it, my eyes start scanning upward from those pale, smooth thighs.
"Ah! Junyang-san! Great work today!"
"Great work to you too, Mitsuki-san, Orc-san!"
She answers with bright, easy energy.
"We were just talking about you, Junyang-san."
"What about?"
"We sold more than ten times our usual amount today!!"
"Te... ten times!? Oh my!"
It feels good, the way she celebrates like it's her own achievement.
"I've never seen sales numbers like this before!"
"I'm genuinely happy for you!"
"The reason we sold this much is all thanks to you, Junyang-san. Thank you so much."
Mitsuki-san bows at a perfect ninety degrees to Junyang in gratitude.
"Oh my... no, Mitsuki-san. I didn't really do anything."
"We never would have sold this much without you, Junyang-san."
"Hearing you say that makes me so proud. Fufu."
Beside me, Junyang—having had Mitsuki-san's words translated—wears a faint smile.
Something feels slightly off. Who was that woman who was just sucking my cock like a vacuum cleaner, like she was trying to devour it whole? Is she really the same person? Is her on-off switch just that fast, or is she thoroughly hiding who she really is?
"Ah, Orc-san. Someone else is looking for me, so I should go."
"Yes, yes! Great work today!"
"Great work! You too, Junyang-san! See you at the next event!"
"Take care! Thanks for today!"
"Get home safe, Mitsuki-san!"
Mitsuki-san waves cheerfully at us as she walks away.
So that's how today's event comes to an end. It was quite the event, that's for sure. I mean, first of all... I got hit with a borderline offpako(?).
"Hmm...? Fufu."
My eyes meet Junyang's. She smiles. It looks like just an everyday smile, nothing more—but even that light, casual expression sends my brain's fantasy engine into maximum overdrive.
"Ah... thank you for helping out, Junyang."
I snap out of my brief daze and thank her again.
"Fufu. I'm glad I could help as an Orc fan. It made me happy too."
"Haha..."
She's right. She's been calling me by my pen name for a while now. As an author, it's flattering. But personally, it feels like a bit of distance has opened up between us. It's a complicated, mixed feeling.
"Um... Junyang, you can just call me by my real name."
"Oh my... I've been calling you by your pen name this whole time, haven't I? Okay, Siwoo-ssi. Fufu."
She laughs lightly and calls me by my actual name, properly this time. It's nothing special, but somehow it fills me with an inexplicable sense of relief. I like this better, honestly.
Wait. Come to think of it, I don't know her real name either.
"Ah, now that I think about it, I don't actually know your name either, Junyang..."
"Ah...!"
That's right... I didn't know her name. I only knew her handle, Junyang—I never even thought to look up her real name. But hold on, I remember searching for her on a wiki once. Did her name come up back then?
"Haha... I think I searched for it before, but I can't remember. Haha."
"Fufu. It's only natural you wouldn't know. I've never made it public."
So my memory was right.
"My name is Jueun. Hyun Jueun."
Hyun Jueun. It suits her. It's a pretty name.
"So, Siwoo-ssi, you can call me by that name too."
It's just a simple request to use her name, but somehow it makes me feel like we've grown closer.
"Ah... sure! Then... Jueun-ssi?"
"Yes! Fufu."
When I call her by name, Jueun breaks into a radiant, full-bloom smile. Beautiful, as always. It's hard to believe I dumped a load of cum into this woman's mouth. For a split second, the lewd, sticky expression she'd worn during that blowjob flickers over her current face. My cock reacts like a sensor for a moment, but quickly settles back down.
"Siwoo-ssi, when are you releasing your next work?"
"Hmm... well? I don't really draw on a regular schedule...!"
"Oh. So you don't release on a regular cycle..."
She sounds a little disappointed, somehow.
Hmm... There is one thing I can think of that might cheer her up. It should be fine to tell her. We've already done far worse, after all.
"Um... Jueun-ssi."
"Yes?"
"This is something probably no one knows about except one person I know."
"...?"
She tilts her head slightly.
"Actually, I write something similar in Korea too."
"Oh my...! As manga??"
She looks mildly surprised.
"Ah... well, drawing manga in Korea is a bit... you know."
"Hmm? Aren't there tons of adult webtoon sites though?"
She knows more than I gave her credit for. Well, she calls herself my fan, so she must be at least somewhat deep into this stuff. More than anything else, one thing is certain: she likes lewd stuff.
"That's true. But you know how it is—whether my work could even be posted on those sites."
"Ah...!"
She lets out a short gasp of understanding at my words. If she's my fan, she'd know exactly how extreme my work gets. Shoving every imaginable foreign object into pussies, rape, torture, human onahole... I can say with certainty that no domestic platform would accept content like that.
"So it's not art, but... web novels, actually..."
"Ah...!! Right! There's adult erotic fiction too!"
"The series I publish there is..."
I tell her about the works published under my secret pen name: Training Master.
"...Huh?! I've read that!"
She's already read it.
"Aah... no wonder... every time I read that erotic fiction, it felt strangely similar to your manga, Siwoo-ssi."
So she really did feel a sense of déjà vu reading my erotic fiction. She reads that stuff too, huh. This is both exciting and somehow... hmm... something about it feels a little off. My favorite cosplayer turned out to be even more of a pervert than I thought. It's a good thing, but it feels like my world is shifting slightly.
"I'm planning to keep that series running as long as I can, so you might as well read that instead."
"Ooh... that's great..!"
Anyway, it's about time we started heading out.
"Ah. We should probably head out soon too."
"Oh my. You're right."
"Hey, Jueun-ssi."
I stop her for a moment. I want to keep in touch with her. I want to keep talking to her. Should I... ask for her number?
"Yes?"
"Could I get your number?"
I went for it.
"Oh, of course! You're my favorite artist—of course I can give it to you!"
She takes my phone and readily punches in her number.
Got a blowjob from my favorite cosplayer AND her number. Today is genuinely the best day ever.
Three days since I returned to Korea.
I kept debating whether or not to contact Hyun Jueun using the number she'd given me, but every time, the deliberation went nowhere. I wanted to talk to her more naturally, but asking to meet up out of nowhere would probably feel like too much pressure.
Clack-clack-clack. Tap-tap.
Even as these thoughts ran through my head, I was diligently hammering away at the keyboard, typing out my novel one character at a time.
Bzzzzzzt!
At the vibration, I pick up my phone and check it. A message from Hyun Jueun.
Whoa...!!
She wants to meet?!