Fox Girl Kitsune
There was a reason for all the commotion, I realized.
I gazed at Ju Hana smiling before me and felt genuine admiration.
"Whoa...."
A white fox mask covered half her face.
She wore a dark red, modified kimono fit for a courtesan.
A Japanese-style paper parasol rested against her shoulder.
'It was worth the wait.'
She'd suddenly gone out and hadn't returned for a while, so I'd been wondering what she was up to. But the moment she appeared before me like this, it all made sense. Honestly, it was amazing she'd managed to get so dressed up in such a short time.
At some point, I had risen from my seat. As if entranced, I approached Hana and slowly circled around her. I carefully touched the fabric and ran my finger over the white fox mask with its red patterns.
A fox mask covering half her face.
My finger traced down the bridge of the mask. Just then, Hana's lips curved faintly, and she tilted her head slightly to brush her lips softly against my finger before pulling away.
'That caught me off guard.'
Was it the cosplay? The atmosphere was completely different from the usual Ju Hana. That was the moment when the woman I'd only ever known as 'Ju Hana' or 'Bback-sa' finally appeared as the cosplayer 'Juha'.
I calmed my racing heart, born of pure fan excitement, and asked, acting nonchalant.
"How to Live as a Fox Courtesan, right?"
How to Live as a Kitsune Oiran. That was the title of a 19+ anime based on a famous Japanese light novel. Here, Kitsune meant 'fox' and Oiran meant 'the highest-ranking courtesan' who worked in the pleasure quarters.
Ju Hana was dressed as the protagonist 'Kitsune' from that anime.
Kitsune parted her red lips and answered.
"That it is."
The way she said it, in Kitsune's voice, was unlike the usual Ju Hana—straightforward and gentle. It seemed that once in cosplay, she completely immersed herself in her role.
As with acting, clumsiness makes the person watching cringe. And this was mimicking a 2D anime character, so achieving immersion was even harder.
But all I could do was let out a low murmur of admiration. Because no matter how I looked, the woman in front of me didn't seem like Ju Hana at all.
To begin with, her face was different from usual. It wasn't just because of the fox mask covering half her face. Her lips were painted red over light makeup. It was the first time I'd seen Hana with proper makeup on.
'Did she put on perfume too?'
An elegant yet refined scent seeped into my nose. She'd even paid attention to fragrance for the cosplay. It was the scent of a mature woman, fitting for a courtesan who seduced men.
As I stood there staring blankly,
Huhut.
The corners of her lips lifted gently and a low laugh escaped. At the same time, the eyes visible through the mask curved into crescents. The eyes that looked at me as if I were adorable weren't the dark brown typical of Koreans, but golden.
She must have put in circle lenses. They weren't just a different color; the shape of the pupils was slightly different from a human's. It amazed me that she could manage such detail in under twenty minutes.
Was this what you'd expect from a famous cosplayer revered as a Trickster goddess? The degree to which she matched the original character was so staggering that even gushing praise didn't feel like enough.
Of course, there were differences. Since the preparation time was short, if you looked closely, you could find more than a few things to nitpick. The original character had hair down to her waist, not a medium bob, and platinum blond like an arctic fox, not bleached yellow.
But what did any of that matter? The aura 'Juha' exuded was far more detailed than the outward trappings like costume and props.
Suddenly, Kitsune folded the paper parasol and stepped closer. We were already close, and she pressed herself against me as if our bodies would touch. Then her long, slender hand stroked my chest.
"During the time I've been granted, may this lowly woman attend to the young master?"
"Huh!?"
My eyes flew open and a startled sound burst out. Because that was an actual line from Kitsune. That timid Hana could act this well?
On the other hand, I clearly had no talent for acting. A simple nod would have sufficed, but I'd gotten startled and ruined the mood.
But she was still playing Kitsune.
"Thank you for granting permission. Then, this way."
She took my startled voice as consent and moved on to her next action. Gently taking my hand, she led me to the bed pushed against the wall.
Teolsseok.
I climbed onto the bed as she guided me. Then she slowly pushed against my chest and laid me down.
Sappun. The fox mounted me.
I swallowed hard and looked up at Hana. Seeing her like this, a jumble of thoughts and emotions flooded through me. Starting with 'Is this really that Hana?', surprise at her unexpectedly natural acting, and fan fervor boiling over at the fresh thrill that I was actually watching cosplayer 'Juha'.
Of course, sexual desire boiled up too.
"Oh, my."
Sensing the bulge in my pants, Hana—still mounted on top of me—laughed in a Kitsune-like way. That is, she laughed bewitchingly like a fox.
"Indeed, a young... young master is sturdy in this area as well."
Hana gently caressed my center. My half-erect cock quickly swelled even more.
'Fucking horny.'
Whoa, damn, did I actually have this kind of kink? I liked cosplay, but I hadn't known it could turn sexual like this. Honestly, I was the type who thought the typical maid or bunny girl looks that come to mind with 19+ cosplay weren't hot at all.
But seeing it in person was different. Whether it was Hana's good acting or the bewitching vibe unique to Kitsune, my dick got so hard it ached. Even though I'd already ejaculated five times today, pre-cum was leaking profusely.
'I want to pounce on her.'
I wanted to get up right then, untie that half-bare kimono, and lay Hana down on the bed.
But at the same time, I also wanted to keep watching Hana's acting. Isn't that natural? A cosplayer I'd been a fan of for five years was acting right in front of me. Inside me, the urge to ravish her immediately and the fan's desire to see more of her performance were fiercely at odds.
After a brief hesitation, I let myself stay passive. I didn't open my mouth unnecessarily, because I didn't want to clumsily ruin the mood.
While I stayed quiet and still, Hana took the lead on her own.
"Please raise your arms."
"......."
When I raised my arms, she took off my top. Then my pants, too. Because I was wearing pants with an elastic waist, I was instantly naked.
"Your body is so stiff...."
"......."
"Would this happen to be your first time?"
As before, instead of answering verbally, I just nodded and slightly averted my gaze. Then Kitsune looked at me with crescent-moon eyes and said,
"It's alright. Leave everything to me."
Actually, according to the original work, that's where it ended. No further sexual scene appeared. Because Kitsune was not an ordinary human but a fox spirit, and instead of actually having sex, she would use her distinct golden eyes to enchant her partner into a sensual dream.
So I thought the acting would soon end. And I planned to immediately flip her over and lay Hana down the moment it was over.
But Hana didn't end the act. After telling me to leave it to her, she gently cupped my cheek and kissed me.
Jjok. Chyuup....
Our red-painted lips met and her tongue slipped inside. For Ju Hana, it was a skilled kiss, but for Kitsune, the top-class courtesan, it was clumsy. Now that I thought about it, that was probably faithful to the original, since Kitsune always avoided physical intimacy with magic and thus had no real experience.
The problem was, original or not, I couldn't hold back anymore. I wouldn't immediately flip her over and pounce, but I wasn't going to just meekly let her lead me like the innocent young master in the story.
I tangled my tongue deeply with hers as she sucked on it. At the same time, I slid my hand, which had been lying idle, into her kimono. I grabbed her plump butt and stroked it.
"Ah, hah!"
In an instant, a moan escaped her as she switched back from Kitsune to Ju Hana.
"Huh?"
My eyes widened in question at the unfamiliar sensation on my hand. What is this?
'This is the panties.'
As I stroked her plump butt, my fingers caught on a panty line. But something else was caught too. A fluffy, soft texture. A tuft of fur was in my hand.
That's strange, Hana doesn't have hair down there.
'Whoa, crazy. She even put on a tail?'
There was a tail inside her kimono. The fox spirit Kitsune usually hid her tail, but it would pop out when she was flustered. But how had she attached this? Did she tie it with a string around her waist? Or was it integrated with the panties?
While I was fiddling with the tail out of wonder and curiosity,
Chyuup—pa.
Hana pulled her lips away and, with a flushed face, glared at me and enunciated clearly,
"Young master, I told you to leave it to me."
"...That's not how Kitsune speaks."
"Young. Mas. Ter?"
Pinch.
"Yerk!"
Hana pinched my nipple.
It seemed she wanted to take the lead today....