"So, does Tachibana-sensei actually like Cosplay? That's surprising!"
"Ahaha, just remember to keep it a secret..."
At Tachibana Satomi's apartment, looking at the little rascal who extorted train fare from her and the two beautiful women he brought, Tachibana Satomi felt nothing but a headache.
The fact that an acquaintance got off at the wrong stop and just happened to bump into her during a photoshoot, exposing her—this coincidence of coincidences truly made her extremely frustrated!
No choice, who told her hobby was cosplay that was infinitely close to the line? She should be grateful that she wasn't treated as a slave and locked in a cage after being discovered.
However...
Looking at Miyazawa Yu and the two beautiful women she had met once, she still couldn't accept the fact that this guy was two-timing.
Wait a moment! Could it be that these two are also like her, just that she wasn't found attractive enough?
Staring intently at the breasts that were twice the size of her own, she somehow felt a sense of defeat.
"Um... you really want this Kyoudo no Kin makeup, right? Actually, I personally recommend characters that are more popular."
"Hmm? Tachibana-sensei hasn't read Kyoudo no Kin?"
"Unfortunately, I've never heard of it. It must not be a very popular manga, right?"
"I see..."
Miyazawa Yu, who was still marveling at the wall full of cosplay outfits, immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her say that. After all, he also thought Kyoudo no Kin was some niche manga at first.
But after yesterday's trial, he had grown! He also had a slight understanding of the character he was cosplaying, making him a semi-skilled hand.
"Heh, Tachibana-sensei, I think you completely don't understand!"
"Understand, understand what?"
"Of course, it's the current young people's popular trends! Although leather clothes are great, the teacher's market research is clearly substandard!"
"Ha?"
Tachibana Satomi instantly had her competitive spirit aroused by Miyazawa Yu contemptuous sneer. She really didn't want to be told off by an amateur who couldn't even do makeup and styling.
"Don't tell me that the so-called Kyoudo no Kin is a popular trend?"
"That's right! This is the precise conclusion I reached after market research. Tachibana-sensei, would you like to try it? We're still missing one role for the beautiful concubines!"
The real intention revealed, the Muscle King should have three beautiful concubines according to the original work: the Succubus, the Demon Lord, and the Leather-Clad Corrupt Demon!
Because the last one was too revealing of the figure, and there were no girls in the Pab club who could pull it off, Miyazawa Yu had casually ignored this detail.
But now that he was pursuing accuracy, he naturally had to see it through, and there was a naturally available helper right in front of him, so why not use her!
"Absolutely not..."
Drawing a few black lines under her rolled eyes, Tachibana Satomi crossed her arms in an 'X' to refuse.
Although the Leather-Clad Corrupt Demon, whose main weapon was a whip, fit the boundary-pushing cosplay style, she currently had no intention of joining the group!
"Is that so? What a pity..."
Knowing that asking for help requires appealing to reason and emotion, Miyazawa Yu shrugged his shoulders without forcing the issue when Tachibana-sensei refused, saying: "I was going to say the organizer would buy traffic, and Tachibana-sensei's account hasn't had any activity for a long time, right?"
"Wha!"
Her account was actually looked up and followed! The thought of acquaintances seeing her cosplay made Tachibana Satomi uncontrollably take a half-step back and let out an embarrassing sound.
However, Miyazawa Yu was indeed telling the truth. Her account hadn't seen much growth in collection volume recently.
If she could slightly ride the wave of the convention's official recommendations...
Half an hour later, wearing a leather outfit and devil horns, Tachibana Satomi squatted in front of the convention venue, her eyes completely devoid of light.
"In the end, I couldn't resist the temptation... and did it..."
"Um... Tachibana-sensei, are you okay?"
"If you can't stand it, you can tell us anytime. Hiding behind us should make it a little better."
Raising her hand to shield the scorching sun, Azusa Hamaoka looked at the crowded people and thought Tachibana Satomi was scared because there were too many people.
Considering that the other party was a conscript dragged in by her boyfriend, she squatted down and comforted her softly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"It's fine, it's just a bit too hot, and wearing leather isn't very comfortable..."
Smiling bitterly and waving her hand, Tachibana Satomi looked up at Azusa Hamaoka and Nanaka Kotegawa, and a look of amazement flashed in her eyes again.
No matter how many times she saw them, the two women's aura and figures were like heroines stepping out of a manga, constantly radiating their unique light.
The most commendable thing was that she could tell they were complete amateurs outside the circle. They weren't showing any timidity for their first event. Their mental fortitude was too strong!
"Um, have you two cosplayed before? You look quite comfortable with it?"
"Hmm? No, we haven't."
Nanaka Kotegawa smiled calmly, finding it strange why Tachibana Satomi asked that: "But a scene like this is a small-scale event. The people in the Pab club cause much bigger trouble."
"Bigger trouble than this scene?"
Looking at the massive crowd, Tachibana Satomi found it hard to imagine what scale of club could be more testing than this. And even before entering the venue, people seemed to be gathering!
"Oh! It's the Muscle King and his beautiful concubines from Kyoudo no Kin? This is too accurate! Can I take a photo?"
"Cosplay with this much muscle mass is rare! Please allow me to commemorate this!"
"Me too! Can you strike a pose?"
"Of course! But you little brats with no muscle have to abide by the rules of our Muscle World! No trampling upon entry! Please keep track of your belongings and children!"
Being prepared, Miyazawa Yu immediately showed an arrogant smile when he saw the crowd gathering before entering the venue, and his tone became very rough.
However, just as Tachibana Satomi frowned and was about to say that cosplayers should be more humble, the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers.
"Even the tone is so accurate!"
"Please allow me to follow you, Muscle King-sama!"
"Eh? They're happy even though they were looked down upon!"
Covering her mouth and looking at the boiling onlookers, Tachibana Satomi's CPU immediately burned out—
Do these guys have some kind of special fetish? They don't have any complaints even when treated so rudely!
And why are they really lining up and following Miyazawa Yu into the venue! Are the three beautiful women cosplayers left behind not worth a second glance?
"Ah~ We've been abandoned..."
"No choice, Yu is too popular."
"No, no, no, this situation has nothing to do with popularity anymore!"
Her expression became serious. For passersby to willingly play along, Tachibana Satomi could only explain it by the accuracy to the original work!
Speaking of which, is that so-called Kyoudo no Kin really that famous among ordinary people? More than half of the crowd was actually drawn away by that guy!
"But speaking of which, it's this venue, huh."
Even though she was ignored, Azusa Hamaoka had no complaints as she was merely accompanying them.
More than that, she dragged her tail and leaned toward Nanaka Kotegawa, revealing a little devil smile and whispering: "I say, the job I introduced to Chisa seems to be here too!"
"Eh? Is that so?"
Slightly surprised, Nanaka Kotegawa narrowed her eyes, clapped her hands happily, and said: "What a coincidence! That way, we can go home together tonight! Is Chisa an usher or a volunteer?"
"Neither~"
Her tone became provocative. Azusa Hamaoka touched the back of her head, stuck out a cute little tongue, and said: "I found a modeling job for Chisa and Aina. I heard they have to wear mini-skirts to hand out flyers!"
"...Mini-skirts?"
"Mini-skirts!"
Her body instantly froze. Nanaka Kotegawa's smile took on a somewhat dangerous edge: "Does it also include a tube top?"
"That's right, there's a tube top too!"
"Waaah..."
An ethereal black flame rose behind her. Under Tachibana Satomi's dumbfounded gaze, a telephoto camera instantly appeared in Nanaka Kotegawa's hand.
I want to go! I absolutely want to take pictures of adorable little Chisa, especially Chisa shy expression! I want it so badly!!!
Ding!
Red dots appeared in her eyes. Between intense desire and Yu selection, the spiritual pressure rising from her body was so strong that her orange hair flew high up.
"Aha~ A comic convention! Thank you for inviting us, Machio-san!"
"Why did you suddenly want to try cosplay?"
"No choice, the organizer invited SILVER MANGYM, so I wanted to give it a shot!"
On the other side, Sakura Hibiki and Soryuin Akemi, who had just arrived at the venue, finally found Machio Naruzo.
After chatting for a bit, Sakura Hibiki suddenly noticed that large groups of people were starting to move. In the receding crowd, she saw a familiar figure.
"Nanaka-san? Azusa-san? Are you guys also here to cosplay..."
"Vroom—!"
"Eh?"
Her twin tails were blown high up by the wind pressure. Looking at the terrifying Demon Lord woman who had instantly appeared in front of her, Sakura Hibiki's hands trembled, and two teardrops were startled out of her eyes.
What was going on? Had she already died? Was the person in front of her an emissary of the underworld?
Otherwise, there was no way to explain how Nanaka-san could have teleported! And the wind pressure was probably hard for even Machio-san to create!
"Hibiki! This is the request of my lifetime!"
"Yes!"
"Please help me take pictures of Chisa when she is blushing fiercely!!!"
"Ha? What do you mean? Are you a stalker!"
Holding the telephoto camera shoved into her arms, Sakura Hibiki's emerald eyes widened. Her entire person was filled with confusion and helplessness.