Chapter 95: Anyway, It’s a Magical Girl Cosplay (3)
Chapter 95: Anyway, It’s a Magical Girl Cosplay (3)
“Wh-what should I do…?”
While Shin Tae-geon was out of the room, I went into the adjoining walk-in closet to change. It looked like a dressing room attached to the master bedroom.
Naturally, I didn't have a magical girl cosplay outfit on hand. But the order had already been given. Shin Tae-geon demanded I cosplay immediately, leaving me with no choice but to prepare a "cosplay" that wasn't actually a cosplay.
Flash!
A burst of light erupted, and my body transformed. To an outside observer, only my hair, eye color, and clothes had changed. But the core of it was the full power of a magical girl that came with the transformation.
Of course, having "full power" didn't matter right now. The opponent I had to face wasn't a wicked villain or a monstrous beast.
Technically, he might be a villain, but I wasn't facing the "Evil Villain Shin Tae-geon." I was facing "Shin Tae-geon the Man," "Shin Tae-geon the Male," or perhaps… Shin Tae-geon’s cock.
“Haaah…♡”
My lower abdomen reacted violently again. I felt like my womb had become excessively sensitive lately. Perhaps it was proof that I was gradually turning into a proper little bitch.
Lost in those thoughts and feeling strangely aroused, I tilted my head up slightly and saw something that shouldn't have been there.
‘Why is that… here?’
An outfit identical to the one I was currently wearing, a pink wig that looked like a carbon copy of my hairstyle, and a case of pink color lenses were sitting on a shelf.
For a split second, I gasped, thinking Shin Tae-geon had that kind of hobby. Of course, that was ridiculous, so I dismissed the idea immediately. There was a much more plausible theory.
‘Did he prepare this in advance for me to cosplay?’
I couldn't understand it. Wasn't the point that he wanted to see me transform and then insist it was just a cosplay? I couldn't fathom why he would bother preparing an actual costume.
‘Wait, don't tell me….’
But I soon realized his intention. Having met Shin Tae-geon several times now, I knew him well enough. He had a certain malicious streak to him.
He liked things like this. He enjoyed presenting the options and making me choose for myself.
The missions he proposed through donations on my stream weren't forced, either. Since it was a pre-payment system, plenty of streamers just take the money and run. Ultimately, carrying them out was my own choice.
When Shin Tae-geon rescued me from PussyHunter’s team… no, I should say when he took me from them. Making me crawl into the dog cage myself after opening the car door was part of that same pattern.
‘He’s telling me to choose… whether to cosplay using the outfit he prepared, or to transform and insist it’s a cosplay…?’
If I were a normal woman with a shred of sanity left, the logical choice would be to cancel the transformation and just wear the prepared costume. Even if it looked a bit unnatural or less pretty.
That would be better. It would be better than being suspected of being the real deal because the "cosplay" was too perfect.
“Ahaha, haha…♡”
However, I didn't undo the transformation. I didn't even touch the costume on the shelf. Shin Tae-geon surely knew from the start that I would make this choice.
‘I’m like a mouse walking into a trap even though I know it’s there.’
Of course, I wasn't like a stupid mouse that gets caught because it's too distracted by the bait to notice the trap. A mouse likes the cheese but hates the trap; I enjoyed both.
The bait I got by jumping into the trap willingly, and the sensation of being caught in the trap, unable to move an inch.
“Um, I’m all dressed…♡”
I boldly opened the door in my magical girl form.
*
Shin Tae-geon was sitting on the bed. He scanned me from head to toe as if inspecting a product on display.
“You look remarkably like her.”
“Pardon? Oh, well… I wouldn't go that far….”
“I see. For your information, we’re going to stream this Sex Date, so hide your neck.”
I hurriedly covered my neck, which was still marked with Shin Tae-geon’s red handprints. Specifically, I used the choker he tossed to me.
By the way, what did he mean by streaming it? Somehow, the Meal Date—the Sik-de—had turned into a Sex Date, a Sex-de, but I didn't think the original Meal Date was something usually done on stream.
“That depends on the person. Besides, I’m the one who gets to make demands, right?”
“Ah… y-yes, that’s true.”
It definitely didn't feel like this when I was broadcasting. Technically, I was the one receiving the money and Shin Tae-geon was the customer, yet the streamer usually felt like the one in power. It was a strange sensation.
But the moment we met in person, that relationship was inverted. I had already received the money and was now the "underdog" providing a service… no, it didn't stop there; I had been demoted to the level of a toy. Meanwhile, Shin Tae-geon wasn't just some sucker throwing money away; he had been elevated to Master.
‘Maybe this is how it was always meant to be?’
The male who pays is the Master. The female who receives is the slave. It is only natural for a slave to obey her Master. Perhaps that would be true even without the money involved.
“Don't look so timid once the stream starts.”
“……Huh?”
“Let’s just keep it natural. You weren't kidnapped or threatened, were you? Be a bit feisty, give me some back-and-forth.”
I nodded slowly. Whether it was at the subway station or when we were focused on the Aphrodisiac King investigation, I hadn't always been submissive to him.
Before he actually inserted his cock, there were times I acted prickly and teased him. I suppose I was acting scared now because, after a few experiences, I had been conditioned to adopt the attitude of an obedient bitch.
‘R-right, it’s a broadcast. Just some banter.’
Shin Tae-geon casually used my phone to start a stream on my channel. He positioned the camera so it captured the large bed.
Then, he and I sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed and turned toward the camera. Of course, we both remembered to wear our masks.
The chat exploded the moment the stream went live. Since the last broadcast ended right as I was being captured by PussyHunter, many people were worried about me.
Reading the flood of chat messages, Shin Tae-geon naturally draped his arm over my shoulder. Then, he slid his hand down the front of my shoulder to knead my plump, full breasts.
“I’m not PussyHunter; I’m Invisible. That situation earlier was settled… and as promised in exchange for the donations, we’re streaming after finishing our Meal Date.”
“Y-yes…! That’s right. And since there were a lot of pending missions asking for a cosplay, I figured I’d do it all at once….”
If you didn't look at the screen and just listened to the audio, it sounded like a perfectly normal broadcast.
A devoted viewer rescues a female streamer from a crisis, finishes the pre-arranged Meal Date, and then they do a cosplay stream together. From a regular viewer's perspective, they might be jealous of the donor getting to see the cosplay in person, but they’d have to accept it given how much money he spent.
However, the atmosphere became suggestive as Invisible—Shin Tae-geon—kept his arm around me while groping my breasts. The R-19 tag on the main stream window was the cherry on top.
They were right. It wasn't a cosplay; the real person had showed up.
For now, it was just suspicion. But I was certain this would soon evolve from suspicion into a full-blown investigation. It would start with screenshots of this stream spreading through online communities.
The moment the "basement detectives" started a precision investigation into whether I was the real Floss would be the true beginning. I could already see myself desperately trying to "self-prove" that I was just a cosplayer and definitely not the magical girl herself.
[User_XX has donated 1,000 won!]
[How did a Meal Date end up here? Looks like Invisible’s house lol]
In the midst of that, someone asked the question everyone was curious about. We said we were streaming after a Meal Date, but the vibe of the broadcast made it obvious to anyone that we were about to fuck.
Normally, if it were a regular female streamer, the chat would be rioting. But I was an adult streamer. Furthermore, I had already shown things on stream that no one with a standard sense of modesty would ever show.
Because of that, the viewers didn't feel jealousy or anger. Instead, they projected themselves onto Invisible sitting next to me, simply wishing for the stream to move on to the stage where he would fuck me like a dog.
“Ah… how did we end up here?”
“I-I’ll explain that. Actually, since we had the Meal Date at Mr. Invisible’s house….”
“So that’s how you’re going to play it. Then I will too.”
When I tried to brush it off with a vague excuse, Shin Tae-geon covered my mouth with his hand. While I was muffled and making "mmph" noises, Shin Tae-geon made up a lie entirely as he pleased.
“Lople-san kept flaunting her tits and wagging her ass like she wanted it, so I had no choice.”
“What?! Wh-when did I?!”
“Did you forget? You were just face-down in front of me with your ass in the air, dripping pussy juice everywhere.”
“Th-that was…!”
I was speechless. After all, it was the truth. My defeat instinct was commanding me to blush and submissively say, "You caught me…."
But I didn't. Shin Tae-geon’s request came before my instincts.
‘He told me to act natural. That I could be feisty.’
After hesitating for a moment, I soon tilted my head up and snapped at Shin Tae-geon as if I’d never been timid.
“When did I ever seduce you like that?! You were the one who made me do that, Mr. Invisible!”
“I only told you to get on all fours; I didn't tell you to spray pussy juice, did I?”
“S-shut up! Treating me like a dog! And my neck, like this….”
“Ugh.”
Even though he was the one who told me to resist, Shin Tae-geon covered his ears as if I were being annoying. Just as I started to shrink back, worried I’d gone too far, Shin Tae-geon pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time.
Thump— As soon as his massive cock sprang out, my gaze was instantly fixed on it. I couldn't look at Shin Tae-geon’s face. I didn't even have the presence of mind to look at the camera.
‘…Was it always this big?’
It felt like his cock had gotten even larger, or was it just my imagination?
The incident in the subway restroom was a while ago, and since he was invisible then, I hadn't been able to truly grasp its size with my eyes. But I could tell it was significantly larger than what I’d seen during the Aphrodisiac King case.
“Um, it feels like it got bigger….”
“Hmm, I did recently take some minor ‘supplements’ so it grew a bit… but how would Lople-san know that? Have you seen my equipment before?”
My body froze instantly. That was a blatant mistake.
I had accidentally muttered that while comparing it to the Aphrodisiac King case. Back then, I wasn't in my civilian Do Min-jeong form, but my proper Magical Girl Floss form.
“…Y-you know. At the subway. You took my virginity and you don't even remember?”
“Ah, you mean then. But I was invisible, so you didn't see it directly. Can you really feel a change in size?”
“I-I… well, that is… I can roughly estimate the size just by having it inside me, okay?”
“Hmm, so you memorized the size with your pussy. Sounds like a load of crap, but I’ll believe you for now.”
Somehow, I managed to escape the crisis by creating the image of a "pussy genius" who memorizes everything with her vagina. But that was a delusion. The real crisis was only just beginning.
“But Lople-san. Even if I believe you, it seems the viewers don't.”
“……Eh?”
It was just as he said. I had expected the "basement detectives" to start a precision investigation to prove I wasn't Magical Girl Floss, but it seemed that moment had arrived much sooner than anticipated.
I could grasp the situation just from the fragmented chat messages. It seemed a few viewers who couldn't shake their suspicions had taken screenshots to the Female Hero Gallery—a place specializing in female heroes—to ask if we were the same person.
Convinced we were the same, a few people who felt a major scandal was brewing had joined the chat and were now trying their best to prove I was Floss.
Meanwhile, my regular viewers were denying it, saying there was no way Lople could be Magical Girl Floss—that this airheaded slut with a screw loose couldn't possibly be the hero who saves the world.
Actually, that was the logical conclusion. Only a minority of the Gallery users were shouting about us being the same person. In terms of overall public opinion, the argument that I wasn't Magical Girl Floss was still dominant.
“We can't ignore even a minority opinion. Since it’s come to this, Lople, you’ll have to prove it yourself.”
“Prove it? How?”
“You just have to show the viewers. That you aren't Magical Girl Floss.”
I understood what he meant. But I didn't know what I was supposed to do. It’s easy to show evidence that I am Magical Girl Floss, but difficult to show evidence that I’m not.
“For example… by doing something on stream that the ‘Magical Girl Floss’ would never do?”
I hesitated for a moment, still not quite catching on. But the moment I laid eyes on Shin Tae-geon’s throbbing, erect cock again, my lower abdomen throbbed, and I realized something.
Something the "Magical Girl Floss known to the public" would never do. Conversely, it was an act I usually enjoyed far too much.
“I… I’m sorry, everyone. It wasn't intentional, but I apologize for causing a misunderstanding.”
I slid off the bed and sat on the floor. Specifically, I knelt right in front of the standing Shin Tae-geon, looking up at his dangling cock and carefully meeting his eyes.
“……But I am not Magical Girl Floss.”
As soon as I finished speaking, I slid my mask up and kissed it three times. Once on the glans, once on the shaft, and once more on the glans.
Then, I looked back at the camera and smiled brightly.
“Isn't it obvious? There’s no way Magical Girl Floss would be a slut who’s obsessed with a huge cock like this. A perverted pussy-girl who sucks a fan’s dick because she can't handle her own lust can't be a hero.”
I had already been finger-fucking my soaking pussy with one hand, so I skipped that part. As soon as I finished speaking, I tucked my hair behind my ear and let out a soft moan as I took his glans into my mouth.
Shin Tae-geon whispered softly, so only I could hear.
“……That’s strange. I’m pretty sure she is that kind of woman.”
His voice was thick with a certainty that had replaced all doubt.