The B-Rank Hero Brought Her Commercial Costume Because She Wanted Roleplay Sex♥
If we get caught, we're dead….
Arang and Yuyeong had gone rigid, neither of them able to get a word out.
"……"
He kept his own mouth clamped shut, but she was working her lips open and closed as if she were trying to say something anyway. So Arang mouthed the words at her instead.
Talk your way through this and get her out of here.
"…!"
Nod, nod. Yuyeong caught her master's meaning. On shaking legs she barely managed to get herself upright and answer.
"Ah, I… I'm still changing."
"You are? It was taking so long I started to wonder if something had happened, so I came to check."
Thump, thump, thump. Her heart was hammering so hard the sound reached all the way to Arang's ears.
At this rate they'll hear it outside the fitting room….
In the end he drew her carefully into his arms, laid a hand over her heart, and set about calming her down.
"Hyaah…!"
Oh, for fuck's sake.
She startled so badly she yelped. He clapped a hand over her mouth in a hurry, and at least that kept the scream from leaking out any farther.
"A-Angel? Is something the matter…!"
Sure enough, the staffer who had heard the cry was already knocking on the fitting-room door, checking that Yuyeong was all right. Held tight like that, she settled enough for her heartbeat to ease, if only a little. The moment she had herself under control, he took his hand off her mouth.
"I-I'm fine! I almost tripped for a second and it startled me, that's all…!"
"Ah… that's a relief, then. Please finish getting ready and come out as quickly as you can. The staff are all set."
"…Understood."
She stammered, but she answered fast, and somehow they scraped past the crisis. After that the click of heels faded little by little, and the door of the talent prep room shut.
"……"
"……"
Even after the staffer was gone, neither of them could speak for a long while. They had nearly been caught. Her entire career as a Hero had come within a breath of being smashed to pieces. What kind of person snaps straight back to normal after that?
"…Yuyeong. Have you calmed down now?"
"…Yes, Master…. A little, I think…."
A little? There was something uneasy in the way she said it. Don't tell me—
"When we almost got caught, how do I put it… the guilt? The tension? Something like that ran through me, and my whole body shivered…."
"……"
Listening, Arang frowned and dragged a hand down his face.
Haah… just how far gone can she get?
She had gotten aroused in a situation where being caught could have obliterated the Hero career she had built up until now. However you looked at it, that was past the bounds of a normal person.
"So, what I mean is… could you do it just one more time, qui—"
"No."
"Hiiing…."
She drooped, sulking, but there was nothing to be done. One more round here and this time they really might be late. And if that happened, getting caught was inevitable.
"Yuyeong. Just hold out until tonight. You're a B-Rank Hero. If you can't even restrain yourself this much, what are we supposed to do?"
"But…"
Yuyeong fidgeted with her fingers, hesitated, then went on in a voice that shrank away to nothing.
"What am I supposed to do when Master's cock feels so good…."
"……"
She meant it so completely that he couldn't even bring himself to scold her. Arang slid a hand inside her underwear and pinched both nipples on those enormous breasts.
"Hnngh…!"
"Even so, what's not allowed is not allowed."
He was firm about it. Not entirely firm, though. Where there's a whip, there has to be a carrot. He bent his head to her ear and whispered.
"Hold out until tonight and I'll fuck you like a dog. So grit your teeth until then. Understood?"
"…Yes!"
The instant she heard fuck you like a dog, Yuyeong perked right up and nodded. Watching her, he let go of her nipples, pulled her into his arms, pressed a light kiss to her forehead, and patted her back.
"Then shall we get ready quickly, B-Rank Hero Angel?"
"Yes… understood♥"
A faint anticipation lay under her voice, sweeter and more alluring than usual.
Somehow they finished the cleanup in a rush, and Yuyeong went into the commercial shoot. Wiping the love juices and semen off the fitting room had been easy enough. Scraping the semen back out of her pussy afterward was the troublesome part. She climaxed several times in the middle of it, and cleaning a floor that had ended up smeared with fluids all over again was a miserable chore. Even so, they got the aftermath handled perfectly, and the commercial wrapped up in triumph.
On the way out of the set he was handed a paper bag with a black envelope inside… When he asked Yuyeong what it was, she would only say it was a gift, and not another word besides. And so they moved on toward the next item on the schedule.
The day was packed with commercial bookings, and time started flying on its own. Landing two game ads within the space of a few weeks was unusual enough already. It was probably because, on top of that beautiful face, she had a pair of angel wings. Cover her face, or use a different approach to the makeup, and she could pass for a completely different person. If it came to it, a hood or some other prop could hide part of her face, and that would be that.
Afterward the schedule held a guest spot on a variety show, and volunteer work. When he asked why the volunteering, she said she simply liked doing it. She especially liked being around children, so she had done a great deal of work connected to orphanages, and donated more than once besides.
…She's incredibly kind. Nothing like the way she looks.
None of these small details had ever appeared in the game, so he hadn't known. But watching the warm smile she wore while she played with the children, he could be certain that much of her, at least, was no lie.
They finished the orphanage visit, and with one last commemorative photo with the kids, the day's schedule came to a perfect close. By the time the car brought them back to the building, it was already late at night.
"The moon is especially beautiful tonight."
"It really is."
Anywhere eyes might land on them, they used polite speech and played their parts to the letter. An unspoken resolve not to hand anyone so much as a scrap of leverage. But the moment she entered the door code, stepped inside, and the door shut, she changed completely.
"Masteeer…!"
Before she had even finished taking her shoes off, she threw herself into his arms and nuzzled her face against his chest. That alone was enough to show how far gone she was for Arang.
You never really know what people will do.
Watching cute behavior like this, the disconnect caught up with him now and then. She was cute, though, so she was forgiven. Arang carefully stroked her hair.
"You must be tired. Change first, then let's get some dinner."
"…Dinner can wait. Can't we just go straight to the bedroom…?"
She didn't seem to have given dinner, or changing clothes, a single thought. She turned a gaze thick and glistening with desire on him and tempted him outright. If she had been a dog beastkin, her tail would have been wagging like mad—that was how deep into heat she had gone.
"Still, we've been out all day. I must smell like sweat—"
"I like it better when you smell… I want you marking me until I pass out, reeking of thick, salty sweat…. Can't we?"
Marking until she passed out. At those words, Arang's cock swelled stiff and hard. Hear a sincere proposition from one of the most beautiful women in the world and fail to get hard, and you would have to be seriously ill. Fortunately Arang had no such illness, and he was not the sort of man to refuse a meal already set out and lifted to his mouth.
In the end he scooped her up in a princess carry, kicked off his shoes, and walked slowly toward the bedroom. Even as they went she kept leaving bite marks along his neck, urging him on, while Arang clenched down on the urge to take her right then and there and carried her into the room.
The moment they arrived he set her down and kissed her, deep and heavy. At first their kisses had ended where lip met lip. By now they were mixing tongues and trading thick strings of saliva. After they had tasted each other's tongues and spit for quite a long while, their lips parted, and a single thin strand stretched between them like a spider's thread before it snapped.
"M-Master… I prepared something. Could you get up on the bed for a moment and close your eyes?"
"My eyes?"
Yuyeong asked again, perfectly polite. Arang looked at her for a moment, then nodded, climbed straight onto the bed, leaned his back against the headboard, and closed his eyes in comfort.
What on earth did she prepare….
Coming from her, he wasn't expecting anything especially clever. Even so, when she put it like that, he couldn't help being a little curious.
Crinkle. Rustle. A soft slide, then another. He heard her handling a plastic bag, and after that the whisper of soft cloth brushing skin. The sound of fabric against skin came a few more times, and at last the noises stopped.
"…Y-you can open your eyes slowly now."
At her word, Arang opened them at once. And what came into view…
"…Whoa."
It was a sight that dragged a gasp out of him whether he wanted one or not. Remember the angel costume from the commercial, the one from the first booking? The outfit made of fairly thin cloth, soft to the touch. She was wearing that costume herself—the one that had felt nothing but sacred. More importantly, the clothes were a little different from what he had seen before. Where the chest ought to have been covered, holes gaped open right over the nipples, and the lower belly and her pussy were the same: not hidden by cloth at all, only certain pieces cut away.
Did she cut the clothes herself with scissors….
He rolled his eyes to the side, and a small pair of scissors came into view. Bringing the costume from the shoot hadn't been enough. She had gone and altered it herself, determined to make it look as obscene as possible.
If you can look at this and not get hard, you're not a man….
His cock, already swollen to the limit, felt as if it grew a little more. It might have been his imagination. To him, that was how it felt.
"…♥"
Yuyeong must have seen it too—the cock strained to its limit, the shape of it standing out even through his pants—because she swallowed hard and spread the angel wings on her back wide.
"……"
The longer she spoke, the more he could watch, in real time, the heat climbing her face and her ears. The look in the eyes she lifted toward him was the opposite of all that blushing: excitement, and hunger. She had come, by a god's command, to dispose of a wicked object—and what she wanted was the feeling of being dominated by that wicked object and falling. Tonight, it seemed, what she wanted was roleplay sex. You could call it cosplay sex, but in this situation roleplay sex was the word that fit. On top of that, the lines were the commercial's dialogue with only a few words swapped out. Knowing the original, he couldn't help wanting to laugh.
Still, I should play along.
The laugh nearly broke out of him. He held it in, just barely, and started matching her scene.
A flinch. At the cold voice, she trembled all over and answered in a tone that sounded even more thoroughly ruled by desire.
"Of course…. That object. I will take it myself, and erase it…♥"
With that she folded her wings, climbed onto the bed, and crawled slowly until she was in front of Arang. She caught his pants and drew them down. The underwear came with them, and his cock sprang free at once…
"Haa. Hnn…."
The moment she saw it, excitement left her not knowing what to do with herself. Arang spoke to her as if he were provoking her.
"Are you just going to stare? If you're scared, give up."
"S-scared, he says…. Then, to begin with, I will start with my mouth, so I can draw out the demonic energy sealed inside this vicious object."
Saying so, she opened her mouth wide at once and carefully took his cock in. The size being what it was, she had no choice but to take it deep into her throat—irrumatio, whether she meant to or not. By now she was used to it. She dragged a few rough breaths through her nose, then started sucking him down with greedy, wet hunger.
Schlurp♥