Chapter 53
As I headed toward the club building, I saw Chaerin and Subin waiting for me in the distance.
The two of them were chatting and laughing together, as though they were having a wonderful time. Seeing that peaceful scene made the fact that I’d just had sex like a beast feel unreal.
“Where did you go during lunch? You didn’t even answer your phone.”
As soon as I approached, Chaerin asked with a grumble. Beside her, Subin examined my face and clothes with worried eyes.
“I went to look around the academy. It really is huge, probably because it’s a university. There are even places where men gather, like a table tennis hall and a bowling alley, so I went there.”
I felt too embarrassed to tell them I’d spent over an hour having sex with another woman, so I gave them a vague explanation.
I felt a strange sense of immorality at the fact that I’d kissed and had sex with another woman behind their backs.
“You need to be careful, Sihyeok. Even at an academy, there could be strange women who are crazy for men.”
Subin spoke with genuine concern.
“There are definitely women who’ll lose their minds and pounce on you the moment they see you.”
Chaerin nodded in agreement. As she innocently worried about me, the cock inside my pants had just broken through another woman’s hymen.
There were an incredible number of people in front of the club building. Upperclassmen were enthusiastically promoting their clubs to recruit new members.
There were all sorts of clubs, and each had its own distinctive attire.
“Junior! Come join our literature club and read and discuss poetry with us!”
“Freshmen, do you like board games by any chance? Our club plays a new board game every week…”
Ordinary clubs like the library club and movie appreciation club spotted me and tried their best to strike up a conversation.
But those wholesome clubs weren’t what caught my eye.
‘What’s that?’
What caught my eye were clubs with bizarre names like ‘Wife Practice Club,’ ‘Erogenous Zone Development Club,’ and ‘Household Chores Masters.’
In front of the Erogenous Zone Development Club, an upperclasswoman was demonstrating by licking a long lollipop with her tongue and letting out erotic moans.
That upperclasswoman claimed she’d had her mouth modified so she could orgasm while giving blowjobs.
Moreover, her tongue technique was extraordinary. If that senior gave me a blowjob, I felt like I’d cum in under a minute.
Every time I passed by, eyes swiveled toward me.
I was one of the extremely few male freshmen this year. People treated even catching sight of me as though they’d won the lottery. Given how incredibly rare I was, the attention was only natural.
But they didn’t force themselves on me because they were worried I might feel uncomfortable as a man. They merely sent me heated looks from afar.
As I walked around admiring the clubs, an outfit caught my eye.
A black bunny girl.
The glossy, skin-tight bodysuit, the smooth lines of her legs visible through fishnet stockings, the cute round tail attached to her buttocks, and even the bunny-ear headband were perfect.
It was my first time seeing a bunny girl this close in person. I was briefly stunned by how overwhelmingly arousing she was.
And there was another reason this bunny girl was even more enticing.
The one wearing the bunny girl outfit was Inari from my class, and beside her stood Yuna in a fluttering maid outfit.
“Wow….”
The maid outfit on a blonde gyaru was even more devastating than I’d imagined.
The black dress and apron covered in white frills blended with her blonde hair to create a strangely captivating charm.
Admiring them inwardly, I approached.
“Oh, Class President!”
Yuna spotted me, broke into a radiant smile, and waved.
The moment Nari made eye contact with me, she lowered her head shyly and fiddled with her bunny ears.
The bunny girl suit forcibly squeezed her ample breasts together, creating cleavage that looked ready to burst at any moment.
“You’ve already joined a club? That was fast.”
“We’ve both always liked anime and cosplay. We joined a few days ago, figuring we might as well do it once we came to the academy.”
Yuna excitedly explained. She subtly gestured toward the club members.
Female college students in flashy or arousing outfits were promoting the club.
Seeing me, a man, at their booth, they kept sneaking glances at me and could barely hide their excitement.
Seeing that gave me a good idea.
Fucking girls in cosplay.
Just thinking about it made my cock throb. More than anything, I really liked the club members’ average looks and bodies.
It’d be fun picking and choosing among them.
“What does this club do? Do you only cosplay?”
When I asked, Nari carefully explained.
“Oh, we don’t only do cosplay.”
She said it was a club that met regularly to cosplay and take pictures, and occasionally entered competitions as well.
Apparently, the cosplay team they were part of was famous enough to show up in online searches.
Taking a quick look, I saw that the promotional booth was casually putting freshmen in cosplay outfits or doing their makeup. Their skills were quite good.
After sizing up my prospects for sex, I said I wanted to join the club.
“I’m joining. You two are joining too, right?”
At my question, Subin and Chaerin nodded as though it were obvious.
“So the Class President was interested in cosplay too! I never would’ve expected it!”
Yuna giggled and adjusted her maid outfit.
With Nari and Yuna guiding us, we entered the club building. The cosplay club was on the third floor.
“President! The prospective new members are here!”
When Yuna opened the door and called out, a bright voice answered from inside.
“Oh, really? Welcome, everyone!”
A pretty woman with long orange hair and orange eyes greeted us. She was wearing a pink bunny girl outfit similar to Nari’s, along with a jacket that, for some reason, partially hid her excellent figure.
However, the moment she confirmed my presence, the smile on her face stiffened ever so slightly.
After composing her expression, she handed the three of us membership forms.
“All right, all right. Read the membership form and sign it, and you’ll become members of our club.”
The clubroom was enormous. It had a living-room-like space with two sofas, and I could see four doors.
“It’s pretty spacious.”
“We don’t have that many members, but we have every room we need.”
A costume room, a prop room, a makeup room, and the president’s room.
The clubroom was so spacious that Nari subtly bragged about how we could even come sleep there occasionally if we wanted.
The academy’s chairman must really have a lot of money.
As we looked around the rooms, the president and Yuna entered the room next door.
But apparently the walls weren’t very soundproof, because I could hear them talking.
“That man… Are you sure this is okay? Yuna, what if you bring him in just because he’s a man? He didn’t join to play emperor, did he? At a glance, he doesn’t even look interested in subculture.”
“Oh, come on, President. It’s fine, it’s fine! He’s a guy I know well. I can’t tell you the details, but something good will happen soon, okay?”
After hearing their conversation, Chaerin’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Wow, she’s already talking behind his back about him being a man the moment they meet.”
“U-um….”
Nari made an awkward sound, looking slightly troubled.
Meanwhile, I was wondering what the pretty president thought of me.
“What’s playing emperor?”
When I asked, Subin briefly explained. She said it referred to men who joined a female-dominated otaku club, got treated like royalty, and did whatever they wanted.
I suppose it was similar to the queen bee position in my original world.
‘She seems more serious about cosplay than I thought.’
Just then, Subin said admiringly,
“Seeing how perfectly the president cosplays Tomoe, she must really be serious about cosplay. I’ve never seen anyone track down the exact same jacket like that before.”
“Who’s Tomoe?”
Subin looked flustered by my question and blushed. Then Chaerin, who was standing beside her, explained with a laugh.
“She’s the protagonist of an adult anime.”
I was about to ask, ‘Chaerin, how do you know that?’ but stopped myself.
For some reason, Subin suddenly went into overdrive and began rambling.
“If you put it that way, Sihyeok will get the wrong idea! It’s absolutely not some weird adult anime. It’s completely different from something that only has erotic content!”
“It’s a touching anime about a woman who can only achieve psychological stability by wearing a bunny girl outfit. Especially in the final episode, after she takes off the bunny girl outfit and kisses her boyfriend… Ah!”
Subin realized she’d said far too much and blushed. Watching her, Chaerin marveled at how much she clearly knew about it.
Just then, Nari, who had been quietly listening, nodded and softly opened her mouth.
“I like the scene after that the most. She walks down the street naked for the sake of the boyfriend who protected her since childhood.”
…What the hell kind of adult anime was this?
Scenes I’d never heard of kept coming from Subin and Nari’s mouths, and before long, they had become extremely close and started discussing the anime.
While we were all signing the membership forms, the president and Yuna came out of the room.
“Um, male freshman? Could I talk to you alone for a moment?”
It was obvious she wanted to talk about playing emperor.
I obediently nodded and headed to the president’s room alone with her.
Once I disappeared into the room, the women left behind scattered off to find interesting people to talk to.
Subin began an animated otaku conversation with Nari, while Chaerin exchanged information about tanning oil with Yuna before leaving the clubroom.
The president’s room was cozier than I’d expected. The small room contained a soft-looking bed, a vanity with a mirror, and a small sofa for receiving guests.
Trophies and certificates, apparently from various cosplay competitions, were displayed along the walls. It was a space that showed how serious she was about this club.
When I sat on the sofa, the president stood across from me and was about to speak.
She was obviously going to ask why I wanted to join the club, what anime or manga I knew, and how serious I was about cosplay.
So I smiled and asked first.
“You’re Tomoe, right?”
She froze for a moment. The firm expression she’d worn while interrogating me just moments ago softened instantly.
She asked back with trembling eyes, as though she couldn’t believe it.
“H-have you… figured out who I’m cosplaying…?”
“Of course I have. Tomoe. The protagonist who has to wear a bunny girl outfit. My favorite scene in that anime is when she kisses her boyfriend at the end.”
At my answer, the president’s face lit up. Her eyes, which had been filled with suspicion and wariness, began to sparkle with pure passion.
“Exactly! Me too! I especially loved how taking off the bunny girl outfit symbolized her breaking free from the wounds of her past! Everyone just skims over it and thinks it’s merely an adult anime, but there was someone who understood the story within it…!”
She realized she’d spoken too loudly in her excitement and grew embarrassed, clearing her throat.
The dignified president from moments ago had vanished without a trace. She had the face of an innocent otaku girl who had met someone who understood what she loved.
I rose from the sofa and slowly approached her as she stood there, brimming with excitement.
“It’s amazing to see Tomoe in person. May I touch you?”
Perhaps because we shared the same hobby, the president’s guard had completely fallen. She smiled brightly and said of course I could.
“Of course. Hehe, sorry for misunderstanding you. I didn’t know you’d seen that anime too. There’s a prejudice that men don’t watch adult anime, you know.”
“I can understand why you’d think that. Wow, the costume details are incredible, though. The makeup too.”
I stood directly in front of her and looked her body over while pretending to admire it.
The pink leotard, which looked vulgar because her enormous breasts couldn’t be covered very well, and the sheer black pantyhose stirred my sexual desire.
“Right? The clothes are one thing, but the wig and contacts were really difficult to find. I customized both of them myself to capture Tomoe’s feel as much as possible.”
“These were a wig and contacts? I thought they were your real hair and eyes, President Noona. Is it okay if I call you Noona?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. That would make things easier for me… Hehe.”
Despite being a wig, her long orange hair swayed like real hair, while the orange-colored contacts added a mysterious atmosphere.
As I continued praising her, she proudly thrust out her chest.
And as though I’d been waiting for the chance, I reached toward her breasts while pretending to touch her cosplay costume.
My fingers brushed across the smooth, cool texture of the bunny girl leotard. Yet beyond that cool texture, I could feel President Noona’s body heat radiating through it.
When my hand began moving along the contours of her body instead of the costume, her shoulders flinched.
But despite her startled reaction, I didn’t stop. Instead, while pretending to praise the material, I gently cupped her right breast with my entire palm.
“I like the size of your breasts too, Noona. Are they fake?”
“…H-huh?”
The heavy, soft sensation was too large to fit entirely in one hand. An awkward sound escaped the flustered president’s lips.
Pretending not to notice, I pressed harder with my fingers, firmly squeezing the soft flesh. The sensation of it yielding beneath my hand was exquisite.
“Huh? They’re real?”
“T-they’re my real breasts!”
“Aha.”
-Squish, squish.
My hand slipped inside her leotard. I wantonly fondled her breasts, which were slightly damp with sweat.
Having grown accustomed to this world, it never occurred to me that I was sexually harassing her.
If a man wanted to touch a woman, he touched her. Why would a woman refuse?
“Anyway, is it okay if I touch you more?”
So I asked only for the sake of appearances and continued touching her. She hadn’t been touched for long before her nipples swelled hard, and I smiled as I stroked them with my fingertips.
“Ah, th-that, wait, hyaah?!”
The president was helpless as I kneaded her tits. I blew hot breath into President Noona’s ear and whispered.
“You aren’t wearing a bra?”
That whisper was the final blow. Perhaps it was her first time being this close to a man, because Noona’s body froze completely.
“Th-that’s because… Tomoe doesn’t wear one either….”
Noona answered on the verge of tears.
“You’ve never been touched by a man while cosplaying like this?”
“A man touching me, ngh, it’s my first time….”
It was a cute virgin confession. I grinned and lightly licked Noona’s earlobe with the tip of my tongue.
“If you’ve watched a lot of adult anime, you know what happens next, right?”
“No way, eek…! S-sex!?”
She must really have watched a lot of adult anime, because she was quick to catch on.
“But why with a woman like me…?”
“I’ve wanted to have sex with Tomoe. Is it okay if we do it?”
“U-um, huh?! No, I mean—yes….”
The president was so flustered that she kept repeating answers whose meaning was impossible to determine.
I took that answer as permission. Naturally, I slipped the jacket from Noona’s shoulders and tossed it to the floor.
Then I took her wrist and led her to the bed; she didn’t even seem to think of resisting.
I gently laid Noona down on the bed.
But when I looked closely, I saw that the bunny girl outfit had a silver zipper over the pussy.
It was an extremely practical design that let me have sex with her immediately without taking off the outfit, simply by lowering it.
“Wow, there’s a zipper over your pussy.”
At my exclamation, the president asked in puzzlement,
“Um… you do know who Tomoe is, right…?”
Apparently, any fan was supposed to know that Tomoe’s bunny girl outfit had a pussy zipper.
“I do. Could you lift your hips a little so I can put a pillow underneath?”
“Huh? Oh, okay….”