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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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A man and a woman are in a room together. What’s more, the two are attracted to each other and have been intimate. It was natural for their eyes to be drawn to each other’s bodies.
Normally, that would have been the case.
I’ve ejaculated five times just this morning. Five times sounds easy, but it was enough to make most men exhausted and groaning. Fortunately, my virility was extraordinary, so my body was fine. However, my libido was lower than usual.
Given the situation, I continued the conversation without any ulterior motives. We were both true otaku, and this room was full of things that otaku would go crazy for.
“Damn, isn’t this doll a limited edition goodie sold at Seoco?”
“Huh? You know this?”
Ju Hana’s eyes widened in surprise, but from my perspective, it was obvious. How much I wanted to go to Seoco when I was living as a shut-in. Yet, I was afraid to go outside, so all I could do was lurk on community forums and read reviews.
Hana and I continued our otaku talk. Our favorite anime or manga genres, and what other hobbies we had, etc.
As a result of our conversation, I learned that Hana was even more of a shut-in than I was. All of Hana’s hobbies were focused on Dukjil. It wasn’t a particularly surprising fact.
We were looking at goods, including cosplay costumes and props, when Hana cautiously spoke to me.
“Cheol-jin, about the cosplay costume you’re going to wear…”
“Yes?”
“W-would it be okay if I made it for you?”
“Oh, then I’d be grateful.”
I nodded nonchalantly. For me, it was something to be unconditionally grateful for. In fact, I was curious why she asked so cautiously.
There was a reason.
Hana spoke again, as if her explanation was insufficient.
“Originally, the club members’ costumes are made by Saebyeok unnie. Her skills are much better than mine. And she’s a third-year and the top student in her major…”
“…”
“But I asked because I wanted to make your costume myself.”
Hearing that, I could understand why Hana had shrunk back. She was worried that I might dislike it if she made it, when there was someone more skilled.
However, as far as I knew, Hana’s craftsmanship was also considerable. Looking at the feed on her main cosplay account ‘Juha,’ not her private account, the details were as lively as any professional’s.
“Don’t you make them well too? Your skills are good.”
When I asked about this, an unexpected answer came back. Hana bowed her head and said,
“Saebyeok unnie made that…”
“Ah.”
I meant to encourage her, but I stepped on a landmine. I wondered why the quality had improved so much compared to before, but it wasn’t something she made herself. I just thought her costume-making skills had improved after entering the fashion design department.
For a very brief moment, I hesitated.
To be honest, I also want to wear a high-quality costume. I’m even prepared to lose over 15kg to take concept photos, so why wouldn’t I be greedy about the costume?
But since she proactively offered to make my costume herself, it wasn’t easy to refuse. Honestly, I was grateful for her offer.
Considering the costume quality, it would be right to entrust it to Han Saebyeok, but in the end, I made the decision based on my feelings.
“Please take care of it, Hana.”
“…Really? Can I take it on?”
Did she expect to be rejected? Hana’s eyes widened.
Since I had already made my decision, I nodded without hesitation.
“If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know anytime.”
“M-mm. Thank you for trusting me…”
“Nah, I should be the one thanking you.”
I smiled awkwardly. In fact, it was a decision with my own calculations.
Most of the club members have decided to participate in cosplay. The concept profile is the same. In other words, Han Saebyeok has to make several costumes.
On the other hand, Hana will focus solely on me. So, even if there’s a slight difference in basic skills, the final result is unlikely to be significantly different. It might even be better.
But her gratitude makes me feel embarrassed. In fact, I’m the one who should be grateful.
I turned my gaze away in embarrassment and suddenly pointed to an object that caught my eye.
“Hana, can I look at that?”
“Which one? Oh, this. I was going to show it to you anyway.”
Hana picked up three swords displayed on one side and handed them to me. They were the swords used by the swordsman character, Juro, from One Piece.
“Wow, you really made these well. These must be expensive.”
They looked like ready-made products rather than self-made, and the scabbards, as well as the patterns on the blades, showed impressive detail. As I admired them, Hana said,
“I’ll lend them to you when you cosplay Juro.”
“Really? Can I?”
“M-hm. It’s better to have props than just wearing the costume. For the profile shoot too.”
“Thank you. Oh, I’m already looking forward to it.”
I grinned, imagining myself holding these swords. I’m going to look so cool when I take the concept photos…
“I need to lose a lot of weight.”
I guess I’m a hopeless otaku too. My motivation for exercise burned brighter than when I vaguely thought I should lose weight without a specific goal.
As I was suddenly making this resolution to myself, Hana asked,
“How much are you planning to lose?”
“Hmm. I’m about 92 kilos now, so I think I’ll lose about 15 more kilos.”
“Th-that much?”
Hana asked back in surprise, then placed her hand on my shoulder. And then she suddenly fumbled and touched my shoulder and chest.
I flinched at the sudden contact.
However, Hana’s hands moved as she seriously examined my body. The atmosphere was quite different from usual. I looked at Hana with slightly surprised eyes.
Hana continued to touch my body and said,
“Then I’ll have to make the costume smaller than I thought.”
“Uh… Will it be a problem for costume production? If my body shape changes a lot.”
“It’s okay. The size can be adjusted to some extent even after finishing. I’ll just make it considering the margin of error.”
Unlike usual, she didn’t stutter or draw out her words. It was an unfamiliar sight, but her serious gaze was very attractive.
I stared at Hana with a strange feeling.
Then our gazes met.
Suddenly, Hana gasped, took a sharp breath, and quickly pulled her hand away.
“I-I’m sorry. D-did I touch you too freely? I was thinking about the size…”
“Nah, it’s fine. What’s wrong with a little touching?”
The corners of my mouth curled into a smirk. I spoke with a playful smile.
“You can touch me as much as you want. We’ve already done more than that, so what.”
“…”
Hana’s face flushed crimson. Perhaps because her skin was fair, the change in her complexion was dramatic. It was fun to tease her.
But, oh?
Hana, who had bowed her head deeply, reached out her hand again. Her hand moved contrary to her embarrassed face. She grabbed my forearm with both hands and kneaded it.
“S-so firm. You must be exercising really hard.”
“Uh, uh-huh. I’m getting PT from Seora noona. She said I have a talent for working out.”
I regretted it a little after saying it. Did it sound too much like bragging? Normally, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but when talking to Hana, I’d get worried about strange things.
It was probably because of the atmosphere.
For some reason, the atmosphere was always different when I was with Hana compared to other women. Come to think of it, it was like this even when we first had sex.
‘Hana’s so nervous, it’s making me this way too.’
Is embarrassment contagious? What’s the big deal about kneading a forearm between people who have already been intimate?
“You said you were getting PT from Seora unnie, right?”
“Yeah. So, since I’m already working out, I’m thinking of getting a six-pack. Wouldn’t it be cool to have abs when I cosplay Juro?”
“M-hm. But isn’t losing too much weight bad for your health? You look good now… I think you’ll be too skinny if you lose 15 kilos.”
“Don’t worry. One of my few strengths is being sturdy. And you should worry about yourself being skinny more than me, Hana.”
It wasn’t a joke, Hana had an excessively thin physique. You could call her an extreme slender. Yet, with wide hips and firm buttocks, her body was truly incredible.
“No matter how much I eat, I don’t gain weight. I wish I could get bigger…”
Hana said in a dejected voice. Her hands, which had been massaging my arm, had somehow moved to her chest.
No, I wasn’t talking about breasts…
Feeling sorry, I said playfully,
“When my diet’s over, we should do some mukbang together. I’ll take responsibility for making you gain weight.”
“…Broadcast? Cheol-jin, do you broadcast too?”
“No, not that kind of mukbang. I mean, we should eat a lot together.”
“Ah, ah.”
“If you eat as much as I usually do, you won’t be able to help but gain weight, you know? Let’s go on a food tour together.”
“M-hm! Definitely!”
Hana smiled brightly and held out her pinky finger. I had just said it as a joke, but her face was full of anticipation.
There was no backing out now, so I hooked my pinky with hers and promised. Well, eating isn’t hard, and there’s no reason not to.
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Ju Hana fidgeted her hands with a soft, melting smile on her lips.
‘Hehe. I made a date plan…’
Since he said he’d make her gain weight, it wouldn’t end with just one time. Food tours… Honestly, she wasn’t particularly interested in gastronomy, but just thinking about doing it with Kang Cheol-jin made her feel purely happy.
‘Oh, but after the diet… that’s still a long time away.’
At least more than three months left.
Ju Hana’s face instantly became dejected as she realized that fact.
“Wow, this is here too. Huh, I really wanted this one too.”
Meanwhile, Kang Cheol-jin was looking at goods and cosplay props with the excited face of a child who had found a new toy. If left alone, he’d probably stay like that for hours.
Ju Hana quietly moved and approached Kang Cheol-jin from behind. She leaned her body against him as if to rest, and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“W-what are you looking at?”
“This! It’s a limited edition Masked Rider belt, right? I have a different version at home too.”
“Is that so…”
Ju Hana responded appropriately while pressing her body as close as possible. Though she was timid, her instincts as a woman were alive. What was this level of contact between people who had already been intimate? She repeated to herself, subtly appealing to Kang Cheol-jin.
But something was strange.
Today, there was almost no reaction coming back from him. Last time, when she seduced him in the club room, he responded quickly…
‘…Is it because my breasts are small after all? Is being small the problem? No, I’m above average.’
Although she was an A cup, she prided herself on being quite full. Other club members might have abnormally large breasts, but she was also above the average size for South Korea.
But was that not enough?
Even when she pressed close from behind, her breasts didn’t make good contact, and even when they did, Kang Cheol-jin showed no particular reaction.
Ju Hana suddenly remembered what Han Saebyeok had said about Kang Cheol-jin and Pi A-reum dating.
‘Areum’s breasts were huge…’
Pi A-reum was 20cm shorter than Ju Hana. However, her breasts were inversely proportional to her height and very large.
What about herself?
Ju Hana looked down at her chest.
“Ah, no.”
If she tried to win with her chest, she would surely lose.
Ju Hana fidgeted, pacing around Kang Cheol-jin. Was showing him the goods a mistake? Or was he already tired of her? Kang Cheol-jin, who was usually a personification of lust, was unusually calm today.
‘How did I do it last time?’
In the club room, she pulled down her panties next to Kang Cheol-jin and took a selfie. It was an act she didn’t know what she was thinking when she did it.
Compared to now?
She was just rubbing her not-so-big breasts. The level of intensity was different from last time. So, should she take a selfie again this time?
Suddenly, something occurred to Ju Hana.
“Ch-Cheol-jin.”
“Yes?”
“Do you like cosplay?”
Ju Hana’s question was, as usual, out of context. Kang Cheol-jin, already used to her way of speaking, tilted his head but answered.
“Well, of course? Why else would I be your fan?”
“J-just a moment.”
Ju Hana hurriedly left the room. And she entered the room used as a storage and dressing room.
Crash Clatter
Left alone, Kang Cheol-jin blinked at the commotion coming from outside the room.
‘What’s that?’
He waited for a long time, wondering.
Just as he was about to get up, thinking it was taking too long.
Creak
A fox entered.
“Gasp.”
Kang Cheol-jin gasped, his pupils dilated, and his pants bulged.
The fox’s eyes curved in satisfaction as it looked at him.
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