Do You Like Cosplay?
Jiyeon straddled me but didn't move at all, just sitting there. Even so, waves of pleasure surged through me. Why? What the hell was happening?
Ah, I got it. The cat girl wasn't moving her body, but she was already unleashing some insane technique. Her pussy. Without shifting her hips, she kept clenching and releasing it over and over. And that alone was driving me wild with ecstasy.
Clenching didn't even begin to describe it. It was sucking me in. An unbelievable suction. I half-wondered if she was going to swallow me whole. Then she released. Hah... I could finally catch my breath for a moment. And then it sucked me in again. Quietly but fiercely, she pushed me to the edge.
And those eyes. Staring into them felt like my soul was being drawn in. No human eyes shine like that. Demonic! There was no other way to put it—those deep, pitch-black pupils.
Right now, it felt like both my cock and my soul were being pulled into her.
"Ready?" she asked.
Ready? This was just the prep?
In an instant, Jiyeon started moving. I had no idea how she did it. Her upper body—the head facing me—didn't waver a bit. But from her neck down, it thrashed wildly. Pivoting on my shaft, she slammed down and up, down and up, at breakneck speed.
Oh shit! No way. I couldn't hold it. Total defeat today. That was the moment I thought it.
Until now, she'd been gazing at me with that playful grin, but she bit her lip. Ooh! She was feeling it too! Of course she was! With this insane stimulation, this speed—no way was I the only one drowning in pleasure.
But her pace didn't slow. If anything, it ramped up. Her face twisted more with every thrust, overwhelmed by the ecstasy she was inflicting on herself. Yet she had no intention of letting up.
So this was it—either you or me, to the death? Or mutual destruction?
Really, I couldn't take it anymore. And apparently, neither could she. She threw her head back, arching her whole upper body upward in that classic cat stretch pose. Eyes squeezed shut, head fully tilted back, she opened her mouth and let it out.
"Nyaa!"
Her delicate cry echoed through the studio. How could a meow like that be so seductive? This wasn't her usual cat sound—it hit sweeter, more intoxicating than ever, signaling her peak pleasure.
I couldn't hold back. I came deep inside her. Ugh! I had to hold my breath. Jiyeon knew damn well I was unloading, but she didn't stop her hips for a second.
"Nyaa! Nyaa!"
Her cries rang out one after another. She was hitting her ultimate high, just like me. When I finished, so did she. Her whole body shuddered as she collapsed onto me, hugging tight. The afterglow lingered longer than expected—she stayed frozen like that for a while.
I lay there, lost in an indescribable emptiness.
"How was Eleanor's technique tonight?"
The cat girl finally recovered, flashing a sly smile as she asked.
"Incredible. Never felt anything like it."
"Better than that bitch Kirke?"
Who?
"Tonight was the best ever."
"For me too. Weird, huh? It's definitely smaller... but why did it feel so much stronger?"
Then Jiyeon stuck out her tongue and licked my face. Mmm... nice. It felt less sexual, more pure affection. Like a cute cat nuzzling its owner.
"Shall we get up?"
I'd planned to shoot here in the studio, then head to a motel. No way was I messing around at the office.
"Huh? Just once tonight?"
Jiyeon didn't hide her disappointment.
"No chance. Let's move spots."
"That's more like it. No way the lustful lord would stop at one."
She nodded proudly.
We slipped out of the studio and left the company without seeing a soul. Not even the security guard was around.
"Where to, Master?"
"Jayeon-dong. Hmm... it's not far. Wanna walk?"
Parading a tail-wagging cat girl to catch a cab felt off. We could drop the cosplay and go normal, but I kinda wanted to stroll like this. Our route from the office to Jayeon-dong was all offices and factories—no people this late. Should be fine.
"Walking with Master like this is nice."
Her steps were light and bouncy.
"Strolling a quiet street with you feels good."
"Then get out more, Master. Don't just hole up in your castle fucking girls all day."
What kind of guy was I to this cat girl? Some cold orc lord barricaded in his room, banging women nonstop and ordering assassinations on rivals? Not your standard fantasy hero. More like a porn protagonist. And damn, I liked that setup.
We walked arm in arm, all lovey-dovey. Almost at the motel district.
Then a car roared up behind us. This back alley had no clear sidewalk-car divide, and with an elementary school nearby, the limit was 20 km/h. But late night, no people? Driver didn't give a shit, flooring it.
Annoyed, I pulled Jiyeon closer. Plenty of room for the car, but better safe.
That's when I spotted a yellow tabby cat up ahead. Of all times, crossing the street...
By the time we noticed, the car was already blasting past us.
Ah! In that split second, Jiyeon vanished from my side.
Screeech! Brakes.
Thud!
I had no clue why that car slammed into the pole. But Jiyeon was back, cradling the yellow tabby in her arms.
"You gotta be careful out there. Yeah? Starving, huh? Makes sense. Not much food around here."
She chatted with the cat like it was normal.
"Tough break. Life's like that."
We strolled past the wrecked black sedan that hit the pole. No interest in some reckless asshole who ignored pedestrians and crashed.
"Yeah, cat life, right? Survive the day, that's all. Join my kin."
Suddenly, weird talk from Jiyeon. She drew a small knife from her belt, pricked her finger, and dripped a few drops into the cat's mouth.
"Tasteless? Skinny little thing. Anyway, no more worrying about cars. Live wild and free."
Unlike her cutesy "Master" act with me, she sounded so mature.
"Go find your path. Oh, don't forget my name. Your master's Eleanor, Princess of Catsi. I've given you nine lives—wander to the world's end."
She set the cat down. The scrawny stray mewed softly at her, then bolted into the dark.
I wasn't shocked by Jiyeon's antics anymore. If she wall-crawled or leaped skyscrapers, I'd just nod.
"Eleanor. Can you run up walls?"
"Nyaa! Like this?"
She vanished from my side, dashed to a building, and scampered up the wall effortlessly. Silent steps, despite the speed. A giant cat for real. Up to the roof and back down.
"Impressive..."
"This ain't impressive?"
Eleanor shrugged arrogantly.
Sorry. I underestimated you.
At the motel, we fucked all night. Like a war, lunging at each other. Probably the most sex I'd ever had in one night. Jiyeon handled the marathon fine.
"So nice to have Master all to myself after so long."
She snuggled into me with a happy smile and dozed off. I crashed hard too.
Morning. The girl beside me was regular Jiyeon—no ears, no tail, no trace. Even the costume was gone. Exhausted from last night, she snored softly. So cute asleep, I kissed her cheek gently.
But could I never do cat girl cosplay again after one go? Nah. The card said "binding." Binding—exclusive to a specific user. If one-use only, it'd say disposable.
Still, let's check.
"Eleanor."
I called the code for the cat cosplay.
Cat Girl Eleanor is on standby for descent.
234 hours remaining until next descent.
Descent? Odd word. Like a god or spirit coming to earth. Kinda fits, forced as it is. Jiyeon played the role, but she didn't feel exactly the same person. More like the cat girl descended into her.
234 hours left... plus 6 since we slept, about 240 total? Every ten days, then. Phew. Thought it'd be gone forever—would've sucked.
I panicked alone. Sucked? Why? Just cosplay—no big deal if I couldn't redo it.
Something felt off. I pictured yesterday's cat girl naturally. Cute, mysterious, alluring. Time with her was a blast; we had a scorching night.
But recalling her made my chest burn. What emotion was this? Unfathomable.
Overdid it last night, sore muscles? No... something wistful stabbed my heart.
Why this feeling? I'm no cosplay freak, no furry fetish. She was just Jiyeon at core, right?
Right? Thinking back... no, pretty different. Eleanor. Cat girl. Princess of Catsi? What's Catsi?
Why so sentimental over one night with her?
Eyes open, I wallowed in that inexplicable regret.
"Huh? Uncle crying?"
Jiyeon woke suddenly, startled.
"Huh? Nah, just yawned."
"Nuh-uh! Think I can't tell?"
"Truth? You're so pretty, it made me happy."
"Ack! Stop!"
Embarrassed, she whacked my head with the pillow. Her cuteness snapped me out of that vague longing.
Couldn't figure the tears or the feeling, but I shoved it to the back of my mind. World's full of mysteries—no clues, no point dwelling. Waste of energy.
"Let's wash up and go. Breakfast time."
"Yeah, starving."
Back to daily life.