The Commercial Manga Material She Inspires

"Whew..."

"Crowded again today."

I lead Jueun into the back of the booth.

"Tell me about it. It's hot, so hot."

The moment she steps inside the booth, the woman who had been flashing a beautiful smile at the convention floor just seconds ago drops straight into a chair. With no eyes on her, her tension seems to melt away, and she loosens up with complete ease.

Today, though only in name, is the first day I officially take on the manager role.

'You really don't have to go that far for me...'

She was being considerate of me, but still — no matter what, I'd feel guilty doing absolutely nothing.

"Whew...!"

— Vrrrrrrr.

I stare blankly at Jueun as she dries the sweat-damp hair at her head with a handheld fan. Strands clumped slightly with sweat sway with every pass of the breeze. Beads of sweat trickling down her chest one by one are caught by the airflow, spread thin, and carried away.

Jueun's current cosplay is a priestess. The costume is cut so deep it puts her cleavage on full display, and the soft-looking upper swell of her breasts glistens, damp with sweat.

At a glance, it's clearly not a lewd costume. It's those big breasts that make it look obscene.

Peel away just one layer of the fabric covering those breasts, and nipples like grapes would come into view.

...I want to touch them. I want to knead them.

Push those breasts down and out, then pinch the nipples that would pop free — tease them, tickle them, play with them to my heart's content. Desire surges up in an instant.

Breasts. Tits. Priestess. Silver hair.

The image of her I've just taken in echoes through my head as words. Then, somewhere along the way, those words begin to take shape as images in my mind.

A priestess with her upper chest bared, captured...

Trained...

Wait.

All at once, the material I'd been muttering under my breath shatters into fragmented images in my head. The pictures, broken like torn film, soon begin to unroll like a panorama.

"Siwoo?"

"Yes?"

At the sudden sound of Jueun calling me, I snap back to reality.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Ah... no. Haha."

Pointlessly embarrassed, I mumble my way around it.

"...Actually, the thing is."

"Yes?"

Jueun's eyes go wide and round.

"Did my makeup smudge??"

Jueun hurriedly pulls out a mirror.

"N-no, it's not that."

"Oh. It's not?"

"No, no, it's just... looking at you gave me an idea for material."

"Material?"

Jueun's eyes widen once more. Unlike before, they're brimming with curiosity.

"What kind of material?"

"Material for my commercial manga."

"Ooh...!"

Jueun's eyes sparkle.

"So looking at me really did give you an idea!"

There's a pleased note bleeding into her voice.

"Ahaha. Just like you said, I guess it really does help with material after all."

"Hehe. I love hearing that. To put it crudely..."

Trailing off, a faint flush rising on her cheeks, Jueun glances around.

"Fap material... ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠isn't that what it's called?"

I flinch in surprise and, without thinking, scan our surroundings like a meerkat. There's definitely no one around.

"Gah... ah. Ahaha...!"

I let out an awkward laugh at the crude word that just came out of her mouth.

"I-I guess so. If you want to put it that way..."

I'm supposed to take this kind of talk in stride, shameless and unfazed, but I just can't get used to it. How is anyone supposed to get used to their favorite cosplayer saying the words "fap material"?

"Ah... this is nice."

Happy as she is, Jueun avoids my gaze. Having said it out loud, she must be a little embarrassed herself.

Still, why does it feel like she keeps letting lewd words slip out unconsciously? Is it only in front of me? She'd never say things like that openly in front of anyone else.

I can't tell yet — whether she's a pervert by nature, or whether she's putting on an act for me.

Either way, it works for me. If anything, her talking that far past the line makes it easier for me when it comes to the training, too.

"Anyway, there's a scene I've been thinking of. Care to hear it?"

"Sure. Hehe..."

"So. The setup is, first, an elven princess..."

I begin slowly drawing the lewd libido stored in my head out through my lips.

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A dark underground dungeon.

The cell, walled in silver-gray stone, gave off a bleak, desolate air.

"Got you, bitch! We finally caught you!"

"Unhand me! You filthy orc!"

The woman was Brunhilde, princess of the elves. She had wandered out into the nearby forest and, of all things, been caught by orcs — the enemy — and knocked unconscious. When she opened her eyes, she found the gray-hued stone walls of an underground cell and instruments of sexual torture strewn across the floor. And below them, her own chest, stripped bare, nipples exposed.

— Clank! Clank!

A cold weight at her wrists and ankles made her try to move, and the heavy clatter of metal pierced sharply at her ears. Goosebumps began to crawl across her skin.

Brunhilde was bound hand and foot, wearing nothing but a pair of panties, her chest bared wide open. It was a shameful, humiliating state — impossible to believe this was the princess of an entire kingdom. ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠And even so, her soft skin and the slim curve of her waist flaunted their beauty even in near-total nudity.

But what stood before her eyes was a pack of orcs, gathered close with eyes brimming with lust. They seemed ready, at any moment, to defile and ravage that beautiful body — to break it down, vulgar and merciless.

"I am Princess Brunhilde! Release me at once!"

Brunhilde snapped at the orcs with a sharp glare.

"Haha. Your Highness. You ought to take a good look at your own state before you start talking."

The one who appeared to be the leader of the orc pack sneered. Just as he said, her outburst seemed to carry no weight at all in a situation like this.

"Bring me your commander at once! This is a violation of the treaty!"

"Ahh~ so noisy, Your Highness."

— Thud. Thud.

"Nnh...!"

The leader orc slowly approached Brunhilde. Watching him draw near, she exhaled a tense breath.

"Baring your tits like a pervert."

— Grab!

The leader orc seized Brunhilde's plump breast in one hand and squeezed hard.

"Hiiyn...!!♡ Wh... what do you think you're doing!!"

"Pervert or not, what's the use of barking orders with your tits laid bare like this?"

"Hands and feet tied, no less. Kukuku."

One of the other orcs chimed in, heaping humiliation on her.

"Th... that's because YOU stripped me and tied me up!! Untie me this instant!"

"Tch. You just keep yapping and yapping."

— Smack!

The orc's hand, which had been squeezing her breast until it threatened to burst, suddenly swung without mercy at Brunhilde's swollen tit.

"Hnnnngh!!!"

Her whole body jolted hard for a moment, and a red handprint from the orc's massive palm was branded across Brunhilde's snow-white breast.

"Your Highness. Commanders and treaties — we don't know anything about any of that. And besides."

— Grab.

The orc's hand went for her breast again, this time closing around her thick nipple in a pinch.

"Hn... hnnnngh!!♡"

It was only a light pinch, but to Brunhilde's body, wound tight with tension, it felt overwhelmingly sensitive. She tried to hold it in, but the moans spilling from her own mouth only grew stickier, against her will.

"Oh ho. So even a noble princess has weak nipples, does she?"

— Twist. Twist.

The leader orc began pinching and twisting her nipples, playing with them like a toy.

"Nghhh...! Nnh...! St... stop...!♡"

"Stop? If anything, your noble body looks like it's enjoying this, Your Highness. Heh heh."

Bound and unable to put up any resistance, the princess was degraded into misery with words alone as the orc pinched and twisted her nipples even harder. Painful, yet somehow inexplicably arousing — Brunhilde's body began to burn. The nipples caught in the orc's huge, rough fingers grew redder and redder.

— Slide.

The hand that had been tormenting her nipples stroked down, gliding past her navel.

"Hnnngh...!♡"

"So Your Highness has an erogenous zone on her belly too? I only brushed past it and you're already leaking such vulgar moans. Hah hah."

"You... you bastard...!"

Brunhilde's trembling voice was thick with rage.

"Still got some fight left in you, I see. But what exactly can you do with your hands and feet bound? Heh heh."

Sneering, the orc thrust his hand straight into her panties.

"H-Hiiyngh!!♡ Where do you think you're putting that hand...!"

"Well, well. Your tastes are quite perverted too, Your Highness. All that from one slap on the tits."

— Squelch.

As the orc's hand moved inside her panties, squelching wet sounds filled the cold, gray cell.

"Ahhk!!!♡"

"Ho ho. Well, look at this?"

When he drew out his barely-moved hand, a clear, sticky liquid glistened in the torchlight.

"Dripping so much juice your panties are soaked clean through. Heh heh heh."

"Grrrnngh...! You bastard...!"

— Smack!

"Aghk!!!"

— Smack!

"Hnnnghhh!!♡"

The orc's hand cracked across Brunhilde's cheek once, then her plump breasts once more. Her cheek and tits swelled red. It was the very bottom of misery.

"Your Highness has quite the twisted tastes, doesn't she? Heh heh. Have a look at this."

Before the bound Brunhilde's eyes, the orc waved his fingers — soaked in her pussy juice — taunting her with them.

"Getting slapped and gushing like this — aren't you disqualified as a princess? Heh heh heh heh."

"Y... you bastard."

"Hey."

— Smack!

Another slap on the tits.

"Hnnnnngh!!!♡"

"You gonna make those eyes nice and tame?"

"Y... you bastard...!"

"Damn. Still not broken, huh? I'll give you credit for that, Your Highness. But still."

The orc's hand moved for the strap of Brunhilde's panties.

"St... stop...! Th... that's enough...."

Seeing the obvious turn of events coming, Brunhilde tried to tell him to stop. But her voice sounded as if ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠some of her spirit had already given out. It was the moment she slowly came to realize that, bound as she was, resisting any further would mean nothing.

"There we go. Your spirit's finally bending a little."

"Th... that's far enough...! Stop here, and I'll let all of this slide."

"Boys. Seems I was wrong. Looks like this princess still hasn't quite grasped the reality of her situation."

— Shhk!

"Hiiiek!!!♡"

The orc's rough hand caught the panties hooked on her hips and yanked them down without a moment's hesitation. A short moan burst from Brunhilde, taut with tension. Down the middle of the peeled-away panties, sticky liquid clung in spiderweb strands, still connected to her pussy lips.

"Your Highness. Just look at how much juice comes bursting out of this pussy of yours. Heh heh."

The stripped panties dropped to the floor, catching at Brunhilde's ankles. The pussy that had been hidden inside them quivered, its lips trembling with tension. Between her two ankles, her juices hung down in a long, sticky strand. The moment he saw that sight, the orc dropped straight down — and pressed his nose, damp and flaring, right up against Brunhilde's quivering petals.

"Mmm. Well, a princess is a princess after all. Dripping this much, and still she smells sweet."

"G... get that filthy face away!!"

Brunhilde shouted again at the orc lewdly drinking in her scent.

"Boys. Watch closely."

Ignoring the princess's outburst, the orc folded his hand into a fox shape and shoved his pressed-together middle and ring fingers, still glistening wet, straight into Brunhilde's quivering pussy.

"Nghhhh!!♡ You bastard!!!!"

With the last of her will, Brunhilde cried out once more.

"Don't even need lube for this one. Who knew a princess had such a filthy body on her."

— Squelch. Squelch.

The tips of the orc's fingers caught on the soft G-spot inside her.

"Hiiik!♡"

"We haven't even started yet, you lewd princess bitch. Heh heh heh."