Praised Me, Please!

I don’t think cosplay is some terribly embarrassing hobby.

I’m not the sort of person who’d look at cosplayers like they’re weird, either.

But this time? This time I was planning to do it for a pretty indecent, pretty mortifying reason.

I wanted to show off the unbelievable body of Hanseong Group’s youngest daughter, Kwon Seah, so I was going to dress in a sexy cosplay outfit that made every curve of my figure painfully obvious.

And not only that—I was going to take photos, make a new account on Witter, and boast about it on the Galaxy Express gallery too.

"Ssshh..."

Obviously, I knew that much!

I knew what I was about to do wasn’t exactly a crime, or something morally wicked!

But, but, but!

It was still so damn embarrassing!

Besides, I had a man’s soul in here. The mere fact that I’d been thinking about getting headpats in a woman’s body was the kind of thing that deserved eternal cringe.

...And even more embarrassing, more mortifying than that, was the fact that I had no idea what my actual measurements were.

"I’ve gone this far, so I might as well accept reality and ask Elodie unni."

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. For some reason, asking Elodie for my measurements was just too embarrassing.

She’d probably even tell me my sock size if I asked, but it still wasn’t easy.

So I headed for the dressing room.

For a moment, while I was checking each item one by one, I actually thought I was a genius.

But the result was a disaster.

I had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no idea how women’s clothes were even supposed to work. Some items were a size S, while others were L.

I figured maybe it was because they were coats, so I checked other outerwear too, but they were all S as well, and I couldn’t get any sense of the sizing at all.

I even flipped the bras inside out and checked them one by one, but the numbers on the website felt weirdly disconnected from reality, so that didn’t help either.

I could have just bought every size in the cosplay shop, but I hated the idea of creating my own garbage pile—one harder to deal with than food waste.

"Elodie unni? Do you have a minute?"

Having gotten nowhere in the dressing room, I gave up on pretending and walked back out to the living room.

"Of course, Seah young lady. How may I help you?"

Elodie, who was once again cleaning with some mysterious piece of equipment I couldn’t identify, smiled and straightened her posture with practiced grace.

How does a person snap into place like a game NPC the second you talk to them? Seriously, it was amazing.

"I was..."

My lips trembled a little from embarrassment.

"...thinking of buying some underwear for a change of pace."

"My, then I shall speak to Manager Jeong at once."

"N-no! Wait, Elodie unni! I don’t mean in person!"

I did not want to buy panties and bras in a department store with a salesclerk glued to me like last time!

Besides, the underwear thing was a lie anyway!

"I was thinking of buying them online. But I can’t remember my size."

"For your top, 70E. For your bottoms, size L."

She answered like a computer spitting out data.

"If my bra size is 70E, what does that mean in centimeters?"

"It means your upper bust measures 90 cm, and your underbust measures 70 cm."

"Oh... then how tall am I again? I suddenly can’t remember."

"172 cm, Seah young lady."

Elodie smiled brightly as she spoke, then took out her smartphone.

"If you need the measurements for clothing, I can send you the precise figures."

"Huh, wha—?"

Beeeep!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Elodie sent me a detailed chart via chat, listing every measurement from my head to my shoulders.

"As you likely already know, depending on the fabric and cut, you may want a little room or a tighter fit."

The little chart listed every centimeter and inch I needed.

My waist was 69, my hips were 100, and it even had my shoulder width written down in exact detail.

Come to think of it, Elodie and Kwon Seah had attended some kind of fashion thing in France, right? Maybe it was only natural that they’d kept such detailed records.

"Still... you knew right away that I was thinking of buying clothes?"

"My, my, I’ve been serving Seah young lady for more than a day or two."

"I’m not necessarily buying clothes, though. You know, online shopping is—"

"The place where you add one item of underwear to your cart and a sparkling new wardrobe begins to be recommended to you."

Elodie didn’t seem particularly interested in the fact that I was buying clothes.

If I’d known this would happen, I should’ve just asked her directly from the start!

"Still, if you buy something and the size isn’t quite right, you can always tell me."

"Huh? Uh... why?"

"Because I can alter it for you, of course."

She said it as casually as if she were worried I’d somehow forgotten that obvious little fact due to amnesia, then calmly went back to cleaning.

...No, but that’s a bit much!

How was I supposed to say, “Please alter my cosplay outfit so it emphasizes my waist and hips as much as possible because I want to look sexy”?

* * *

Thanks to the size chart Elodie kindly gave me, I was able to buy the cosplay outfit without any trouble.

And then I used the camera I’d splurged on—roughly fifteen million won—to take as many photos as I wanted.

At first I kept taking failed shots because I wasn’t in selfie mode, but once I started using the remote shutter, it became ridiculously easy.

The camera perched on the tripod wasn’t going anywhere, and it was always aimed in the same direction at the same spot, so all I had to do was strike a pose.

"Nice. Nice... yep, that’s the youngest daughter of a chaebol family for you. My body’s so good and so pretty there’s barely anything to retouch."

When I first read ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the cosplay gallery’s guide post, I’d wondered when I’d ever find the time to do all that editing and whatnot, but...

These days there were plenty of programs that automatically handled colors and blemishes with a single click, so it wasn’t hard at all.

Besides—of course!—this body was a complete and utter super-beauty, so flawless that it was hard to tell the difference between before and after AI retouching.

"Gulp..."

I’d already uploaded several photos to Witter.

I’d gone all out and posted these sexy cosplay shots just to get praised, but...

[I tried doing a little cosplay at home! *^^*]

(A photo of Kwon Seah cosplaying as Rina, whose high-leg outfit was the hottest part of her look)

(A photo of Kwon Seah cosplaying as Lenako, with her chest emphasized outrageously)

(A photo of Kwon Seah cosplaying as Sere, with her hips emphasized outrageously)

I love the Galaxy Express characters sooo much, so I tried cosplay-ing them a little! ☆:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:☆

I’m still not used to it and I know I’m lacking in a lot of ways, but please be gentle with me (っ˘ω˘ς )♡

(Witter ID: @VelvetAria)

"I made a brand-new ID... I changed my tone as much as possible, spammed cute emoticons I’d never normally use, and even wrote my Witter handle. That should be enough!"

Click!

Just as expected, the cosplay post was blasted into the front page the moment I uploaded it.

And then my phone started vibrating like crazy, to the point where I was almost mortified.

"Hmm..."

See? Of course the comments were immediately singing my praises!

Who in their right mind would look at this and say Kwon Seah’s body wasn’t unbelievably sexy?

"Ah... yes! It got posted! See? Even you think my chest is huge, right?! Right!"

That’s right! I knew you’d admit it!

"Just look at that ID—‘ChildLover’ or whatever—and then look at the crap coming out of your mouth..."

I’d focused especially hard when taking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the cosplay photos for Sere!

Do you have any idea how much effort I put into emphasizing the width of my hips and the fullness of my ass?

Thanks to that, I even had to pose by lightly pinching the cloth covering my butt with both gloved hands and flicking it out just a little.

"Pffft, hahahahahahaha!!!"

Even the idiot who thought a semi-locked nickname made him invincible had shown up and left a comment!

The fact that every last one of them was saying I was hot had me laughing so hard it almost hurt.

"Hah... these people..."

"They’re throwing insults around without even realizing it’s my post~"

I started humming to myself as I laughed at these internet ghosts.

Watching the comments jump from 30 ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to 50 to 70 in the blink of an eye made my skin go prickly for no reason.

"Amazing..."

My thighs and arms had gone stiff on their own, and my lower stomach was burning hot with satisfaction.

Ah, these idiots would probably never know that the streamer Labellehar and VelvetAria on Witter were the same person, right?

"Good, good. I’ll make cosplay an occasional thing."

I felt so good that sweat was practically pouring off me, so I got up from my chair.

Then I headed straight into the bathroom, planning to shower, while holding my smartphone with both hands and logging into Galaxy Express.

Actually, this was part of my daily routine.

It was less that I wanted to run auto mode even while showering, and more that I’d formed the habit because I wanted to check clan chat right up until the moment before I showered.

【Hawawa Middle School Girl】

〈Clan Lv. 4〉

『Clan Members 17/34』

"Ah... n-no, wait..."

I didn’t see that coming.

Why are they talking about cosplay in clan chat?!

"...No, of course you couldn’t see anything. I put a lot of effort into tucking it all away."

My face was burning red, my thighs hurt, and I was sweating down there for no reason, which made it even more embarrassing.

No, seriously, it wasn’t even the sex jokes in the comments that got me—it was the clan members, the ones in the “people who know” category, talking like this that made me want to die of shame.

"Grrrgh...!"

I started auto-farming, hoping the clan members would please stop saying such embarrassing things.

"Aaah... so embarrassing! Why are you talking about it in clan chat?! You could’ve just ranted in the gallery, couldn’t you?!"