The Reason Yuna Loves Cosplay
Inside the bedroom of their newlywed home, four months into their marriage, Yuna stood before the mirror. She had strapped on a pair of newly purchased white wings and was wearing a white dress.
The semi-transparent fabric clung to her, dramatically accentuating her breasts and waist. Her eyes were serious as she examined her own reflection. Dongwoo sat on the sofa, watching her quietly.
"Honey~ how do I look in this outfit? Is it okay?"
Yuna asked, meeting Dongwoo’s gaze in the mirror. Dongwoo smiled and replied.
"Of course. But Yuna, I’ve been really curious about one thing. Since when did you become so serious about cosplay?"
Yuna smiled at her reflection for a moment. Then, she sat down next to Dongwoo and took his hand.
"I'll tell you. Why I’ve come to love cosplay so much."
Ten years ago, in autumn.
The school playground that day was filled with the heat of the festival. Colorful booths, the scent of street food, laughter, and hundreds of students gathered around the main stage. Yuna’s class was in charge of the main performance that year. The theme was 'Celestial Festival'.
Due to the strong recommendations of her friends, Yuna was cast as the Holy Angel. It was a role her friends had forced upon her, insisting, "Yuna will look the best in it."
The preparation process was a total war.
When she first tried it on in front of the mirror, Yuna blushed.
"Guys... the outfit is a bit... you know..."
"No way! Yuna! It suits you so well~"
"Yuna’s chest is so big, the dress looks like it’s going to burst!"
"The wings have to be huge! Like a real angel!"
"The dress should be as thin and translucent as possible! We have to show off those thigh lines!"
"The back needs to be almost completely open so the wings look pretty!"
Yuna rehearsed in the gym storage room every day after school. The short white dress clung to her body, revealing deep cleavage, and the slit that reached her thigh exposed her pale skin with every step. Her back was almost entirely bare, supporting the massive white wings, and she wore an angel halo with a silver glow on her head.
"Seriously... is it okay to go on stage wearing this?"
"Are you crazy! If you wear that, the audience is going to faint!"
4:00 PM on the day of the festival.
The area in front of the main stage was packed with a crowd of over 500 people. As the lights turned on and the music began to swell, the atmosphere reached its peak. The emcee shouted.
"Alright, now for the main performance! Class 3, Year 2, 'Celestial Festival - Sacred Angel'!"
As the lights focused, Yuna walked slowly to the center of the stage. The moment she appeared, a massive gasp erupted from the audience.
"Wooooaaaah—!!!"
"Who... who is that girl?!"
"This is insane... she’s a real angel!"
"Her chest... it’s crazy...!"
"Her legs... I can see her thighs...!"
"The wings are so pretty!!"
Yuna walked slowly across the stage in her white dress. As the lights hit her, the translucent fabric became even more revealing, and her deep cleavage, slender waist, and long, smooth legs captivated the audience's gaze.
As the performance began, Yuna followed the choreography she had practiced. To the sound of a soft harp, Yuna slowly raised both arms, spreading her wings wide. She stood on her tiptoes and spun around slowly. The slit of the dress parted, revealing a long stretch of her thigh. A gasp erupted from the audience.
"Wow... she’s a real angel..."
"Her legs are insane..."
"Her chest... how is it like that..."
Yuna bent her knees slightly, then lowered her body to fold her wings. At that moment, her chest leaned forward, further emphasizing her deep cleavage. She stood back up, brought her hands together in front of her chest, and struck a prayer-like pose with her head slightly bowed.
As the music shifted to a fast beat, Yuna began to dance in earnest. She fluttered her wings, leaped lightly, and landed, swaying her body softly. Every time she rotated her waist, the dress clung to her body, dramatically revealing her curves.
"Wooooaaaah!!!"
"Choi Yuna!!! I love you!!!"
"Spread your wings one more time!!!"
"She’s a real angel... this is crazy!"
"Take pictures! Take them quickly!!"
The reaction from the male students was particularly explosive. Whistles erupted from everywhere, and the light from smartphones filled the playground.
"This is insane... absolutely insane!!!"
"Her chest... I can see it..."
"She’s an angel, but she’s so sexy..."
Even the female students were in awe, saying, "Wow... Yuna is so pretty," and "How did she put that dress on?"
Yuna tried her best to suppress her shyness as she continued to dance. And in the middle of the choreography, she looked toward the back of the audience. Han Dongwoo. A senior in his third year, the guy Yuna cared about most, was leaning against the railing. His eyes were fixed on no one else but Yuna.
Every time the lights hit Yuna’s body, Dongwoo’s gaze grew deeper. The moment Yuna spread her wings and arched her back, Dongwoo subconsciously bit his lip. The moment she saw that look, Yuna’s heart began to race wildly. *'Oppa... he’s looking at me like that.'*
The climax of the performance.
Yuna slowly knelt in the center of the stage, spread her arms, and extended her wings as wide as possible. As the climactic music swelled, Yuna stood up and spun rapidly. She spread her wings to their fullest, jumped, and did a full rotation in the air. After landing, she spread her arms and smiled at the audience.
"Nyaa— no, no... to all my beloved... celestial blessings..."
Yuna knelt down one last time, clasping her hands in a prayer pose. She bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes. The white dress sparkled under the lights, and her figure was perfectly revealed.
"Wooooaaaaaaaah—!!!"
"Choi Yuna!!! You’re the best!!!"
"An angel has descended!!!"
"This is crazy... absolutely crazy!!!"
The cheers shook the playground. Applause, whistles, and shouts of "Encore!" continued endlessly. Yuna stood up, panting, and bowed to the audience. Catching her breath, she struck a pose and looked once more at Dongwoo in the back of the audience. Dongwoo couldn't say a word; he was just staring at her intensely. That look wasn't the warm senior she knew, but that of a man intensely craving a woman.
After the performance, Yuna’s heart kept pounding as she changed in the dressing room. On the way to the after-party, Dongwoo, who usually would have patted her head and called her "Yuna," quietly called her over.
"Yuna."
"...Yeah?"
Dongwoo took a long time to choose his words before speaking in a low voice.
"...Today, you were... really beautiful."
At those words, Yuna’s face flushed, and her heart thundered. Ever since that day, a small spark ignited in Yuna’s heart: the desire to "stand before him in the way he likes."
Time passed, and it was winter, three months before her college graduation. Yuna met her senior, Jieun, at a cafe. Jieun had been married for two years and was famous for enjoying 'surprise play' with her husband.
"Yuna, you’re getting married to Dongwoo-oppa soon, right? Are you still just doing things the normal way? That’s a real loss."
Jieun opened her phone gallery and showed her photos. A nurse, a cheerleader, a maid, even a bunny girl.
"Men are really weak to visual stimulation. Especially when their woman seduces them in a 'different way,' they go crazy."
Yuna flipped through the photos one by one and asked.
"Senior... weren't you embarrassed at first?"
"I was. But seeing my husband’s reaction... that embarrassment turned into fun. Now, I’m the one who gets even more excited."
Jieun said with sincere eyes.
"Yuna, Dongwoo-oppa is incredibly weak for you. Just try it properly once. You won’t regret it."
That night, Yuna returned home, opened her laptop, and scoured cosplay shopping malls. From simple maid outfits to nurses, police officers, saints, cheerleaders, kunoichi, bunny girls, idol singers, and more.
The reason Yuna did cosplay wasn't just to please her husband. It had become their own 'special language' that allowed her to love herself more and love him more freely.
Yuna sat on Dongwoo’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"At first, I started because I wanted to make you happier. But as I kept doing it, I started to enjoy it too. Becoming a different version of myself felt free, it felt sexy, and I loved the way you looked at me with such passion. It was embarrassing, but at the same time, it made my heart flutter. That’s why I wanted to keep doing it even after we got married."
Dongwoo wrapped his arms around Yuna’s waist and said softly.
"I know. I was really surprised back then, too. Because it wasn't the Yuna I knew, but a completely different, attractive woman on that stage. I can see that you look truly happy every time you do cosplay. That’s why I get even more excited."
Yuna kissed Dongwoo’s lips lightly.
"So... is it okay if I keep doing it? If you like it... I want to wait for you every week in a different look."
Dongwoo smiled as he laid Yuna down on the bed.
"Of course. Today, let’s properly feel that Holy Angel."
Yuna smiled, spreading her white wings slightly.
"Okay~ Today, the angel has descended just for you♡"